Tekst Utworu

Woo-oo-hoo! Aye! Here we go It's okay to be a misfit I think it's time right now That we realise That being different and being one of a kind Is the most biggest compliment you can get Yeah, I'm a Black activist, slight love of cannabis Known to keep a candle lit, always keep a candle lit Grew up 'round some savages, love them boys, they characters Posted up like mannequins, toe-to-toe, no panickin' Sons of Anarchy, fam', that's the bro' code 6740, brother, that's my post code Bad mouth my neighbourhood, brother, that's a no-no You thought she a get-get, found out she a go-go Psych, now the world move in slo-mo Skin on coconut complexion on that cocoa Bikini and a sun hat, fresh from the outback My Island Queen, tell me, what you know about that? I live every single day like my last Stay living in the moment, no future or past I don't count on anybody, that's unusual math Forget a roadblock, destroy anything in my path Let 'em talk 'cause they ain't never walked were you walk In other words, they really care for you at all Really care for you at all Where you from? Where you from? Who your mob? Who your mob? Who them is? Who them is? That's my squad, that's my squad True story, Wyndham the new Kingston Keep talking, yada-yada, same-same, but different Who you is? Who your mob? Who them is? That's my squad, yeah True story, Wyndham the new Kingston Keep talking, yada-yada, same-same, but different Yeah, I'm a Black activist, slight love of cannabis Mr. Hypocritical, I'm the perfect candidate Menace to society, I'm expecting damages Undercover analyst judging me like panelist Don't know what is balance is, like, what the hell this balance is? Bought a bag and drinks, now I can't afford a bag of chips Even thought of bagging shit, money in the mattresses That's that type of shit to turn these meatheads into cabbages I guess it's time that I lighten the mood If I came with my crew, know we lighting a few We about explode like I lighted a fuse A fiend for 16, instrumental abuse Went from Blues Clues to being well-connected like Bluetooth Views on life changed by views and likes on YouTube Hatchbacks to hash tags, snapbacks to Snapchat Swipe right if I like, double-tap, then tap that There's crunch time I eat the pressure like lunch time I'm unsigned, me, myself and I on the frontline Nocturnal with the hustle, close my eyes when the sun rise I got the juice and all you bitches is sun dried Zag to the zip, we smoking it quick If there's more then three homies, then we coming equipped Cut the bottle in half and put the piece on the lid And when it's lit, lift ad-lips, drop and repeat Let 'em talk 'cause they ain't never walked were you walk In other words, they really care for you at all Really care for you at all Where you from? Where you from? Who your mob? Who your mob? Who them is? Who them is? That's my squad, that's my squad True story, Wyndham the new Kingston Keep talking, yada-yada, same-same, but different Who you is? Who your mob? Who them is? That's my squad, yeah True story, Wyndham the new Kingston Keep talking, yada-yada, same-same, but different Pree that, pree that Hahaha Joelie Budz, what it do, man?
Writer(s): Dallas Woods, Tobihas Fakhari, Pip Norman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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