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Me & My Conscience
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Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
M Huncho
M Huncho
Vocals
Potter Payper
Potter Payper
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
M Huncho
M Huncho
Songwriter
Jamel Bousbaa
Jamel Bousbaa
Songwriter
Luke Caleb Honeywood
Luke Caleb Honeywood
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Honeywoodsix
Honeywoodsix
Producer
Chucks
Chucks
Mixing Engineer
Sean Donoghue
Sean Donoghue
Mixing Engineer

Letra

(HONEYWOODSIX) Got a question to ask myself (mm-hmm, mm) Should I take it off or not? Are you dumb or you forgot? I think this guy's lost the plot Stick to the plan, can't you see how far we got? (Just stick to the plan) Just remember that I told you don't take that mask off If you say that then I'll keep it on until my heart stops And I guess I be a trapstar rapstar, fuck a heart-throb Money dance on a half box (money dance) Got Brioni suits in the closet with the mob ties Should I leave the mask behind and settle for the mob life? Money over bitches, guns and drugs and the wrong guys And I'm always in the wrong place at the wrong time 'Cause the money has been good, but the money could be better If I walk up in the trizzy with the brizzy it'll be better I can make times five if I leave the mask forever Forever-ever, forever-ever It is me and you from day, from pain to a stage (stage) Can't believe you wanna leave me, now, you find a bit of fame (fame) Without me, you'd be in the rain, tryna flip those packs (packs) Or worse, in the grave or cage or mad (mad) How you mean I found fame? They don't even know my name They don't even know my face and they call me Young Mo I get paper either way, more money either way They just have a lot to say, but they ain't sayin' much And my paper still straight, it's just plankin' in the safe I got privacy, I guess, they don't wanna let me be So I'm rollin' with this snub in the booth for relief I don't want my mum to worry, I'm too old to give her grief Trust, mummy ain't worryin' Long as feds ain't runnin' in (runnin' in) Or I end up bunnin' him I just find the face ting troublin' (troublin') True we got the flake ting bubblin' But I want a life one day I wanna go on walks with my kids and my wife one day I don't need everybody in my personal space 'Cause I ain't nothin' like these rappers, I'll catch me a case Don't know how you can throw it back in my face Roll it up and take that to the brain 'Cause you ain't ratin' where we been or where we goin', it's shame Fuck it, take it off, then you know I got you the same But when It all goes left, fam, you know who to blame I can only blame myself, I can only blame the life I can never blame the mask, every day's a sacrifice Every day (yeah) Every day I put the mask on my face just to go from place-to-place Just to find a bit of peace, just to dodge another case There's some things that won't erase (no way) Uh, I'm a legend in this game Five tapes, three years, put some grace on my name Me and my conscious Me and my conscious, me and my conscious, yeah Conversations with him about that shit that we did And the shit that we're gonna do I told my momma I swear that I'll never lose Just told my mask that we ain't really got no choice Went from ballys to masks, let us both rejoice, yeah Me and my conscious Me and my conscious, me and my conscious, yeah Conversations with him about that shit that we did And the shit that we're gonna do I told my momma I swear that I'll never lose, yeah I swear that I'll never lose I swear that I'll never lose, yeah Tu-du, tu-du, du-du, du-du, du-du, du-du Tu-du, tu-du, du-du, du-du, du-du, du-du Tu-du, tu-du, du-du, du-du, du-du, du-du Tu-du, tu-du, du-du, du-du, du-du, du-du
Writer(s): Mohammed Hassan, Luke Honeywood, Jamel Bousbaa Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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