Somewhere

Somewhere

Somewhere

Somewhere

Look

They say it's lonely at the top, but it was lonely on the block

When you're chilling on the roads, nobody warns you of the cost

When your friends become your frenemies, you really have to watch

And you really need true diligence, you really need to clock

Who's got the devil in their soul

The petals of a rose fall down when it rains too heavy and it's cold

I've been falling off so much there's metal in my bones

There's sorrow in my voice, infiltrates into my flow

They say he fallen from the sky, me, I seen him different

He was friendly with my sister, so I seen him as my guy

And I can see him now he's fly

Tracksuit bottoms, he had gloves made out of cotton

Bally tilted to the side, I'm not even gonna try

To explain the way used to spit game

It's like he could get deeper into your mind, a manipulator, a fabricator

His brother used to chop, man, he was an amputator

He had the kind of energy you couldn't help reciprocating

One day on the block with him would end up hella devastating

And I mean stolen vehicles going through a red like it's a green light

He shouted build a spliff, I said "You're not talking to me, right?"

The mandem on the back seat were shaking in the meantime

And I'm not gonna lie, I was of blue slims and a cheese guy

Grinder with me, but I wasn't grinding I was too high

I seen him check the rear view mirror, there was blue lights

He told me I should drive, and started climbing onto my side

Now I'm in the driver's seat just trying not to die

And I can drive, but I'm not the kind of driver that can slide

But the way I'm hitting corners, I was flying side to side

I didn't know it was him

I didn't look close enough to see the break in his wing

I never knew he could sing

Until he started dropping lyrics once the spirits kicked in, he said

Somewhere underneath the ghetto (What's that?)

Those that fall from every level (Oh, swear)

The flames are real (Don't lie)

Call it Hell (Alright)

Now you're dancing with the devil

Whoa-oh

While the back-end was kicking out

He's blowing out smoke like it's medicinal, I'm tripping out

Next thing we're skidding out

Two twos I'm running through the block and I'm dizzy

He was walking under the moon, a real smooth criminal

There's nobody he could compare to, he was original

He'd go ballistic, but even ballistic he was tactical

He wasn't academic, but with pennies he was masterful

Turn a penny to a pound, to see it, it was magical

I was trying to be like him, it was impossible

The darkness in his soul meant that murder was no obstacle

Bango full of carrots and I don't mean like the vegetable

He looked after his mother and it made him seem respectable

The hood gets beautiful

When Southern Comfort and the coke 'cause man delusion

We were chilling on the graveyard opposite the flats

Everybody wearing black like it's a funeral

And then I said "Yo fam, I'm getting off, tired of the graveyard"

"I'll link you in the morning though, I'll meet you by the play park"

He looked at me like there's something heavy on his heart

I just thought nothing of it and walked off into the dark

He stayed out on his own, I didn't know

He was chilling on the graveyard by his big brother's headstone

He went stumbling home in the cold

In the early hours is when the devil takes a hold of your soul

When he woke up, knuckles on both hands were broke

And from there I just heard what the newspapers wrote

It said she was found with a bruise round her throat

Two black eyes, missing a tooth, broken nose

It was his mother that he smashed up, she died not long after

He weren't allowed to the funeral, what a disaster

He's still sat in jail looking sopped tough and cracked up

The devil got his soul, end of that chapter

I didn't know it was him

I didn't look close enough to see the break in his wing

I never knew he could sing

Until he started dropping lyrics once the spirits kicked in, he said

Somewhere underneath the ghetto (What's that?)

Those that fall from every level (Oh, swear)

The flames are real (Don't lie)

Call it Hell (Alright)

Now you're dancing with the devil

Whoa-oh

Somewhere underneath the ghetto

Those that fall from every level

The flames are real

Call it Hell

'Cause now you're dancing with the devil

Whoa-oh