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This Place
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UK Hip-Hop
This Place was released on June 17, 2021 by High Focus Records as a part of the album Wakmo
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AlbumWakmo
Release DateJune 17, 2021
LabelHigh Focus Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM83

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Datkid
Datkid
Performer
Illinformed
Illinformed
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
William Leigh
William Leigh
Composer
Matthew Jones
Matthew Jones
Songwriter

Lyrics

In the space of a few minutes, this
Bristol street became almost lawless
A warm summer evening that boiled over into
A volatile outbreak of sporadic violence
Ayo, this shit gets laced with slime
Your place is mine
I'll take everything you claim while you take your time
City needs me like grapes to wine
The last supper right here, some ammonia and an eighth of shine
I stay brizz to the bone marrow
Where shits deep, to me it's so shallow
Move with no trace like no shadow
The place where criminals hang without no gallows
And the law got you moving so paro
Your gang hollers, you say fuck it and you roll
The place where money is so bubbles in your soul
The place where money equals power and the powers money and control
But still everybody's on the dole, try and suss that
Invest in the funds to get some funds back
If it ain't counting right then it's your mum's gaff
You can let your tongue run and your gums flap
And get circles ran around you with one lap like fuck rap
Fuck it, this place takes no prisoners
This place is the reason we harbour the sin in us
We make money to spend money, frivolous
While the long arm keeps a lid on us
For real, yo, this place takes no prisoners
This place is the reason we harbour the sin in us
We make money to spend money, frivolous
While the long arm keeps a lid on us
Check it, see they've been trying to hold me down since nappy rash
Before I grew up dishing out drugs and happy slaps
Rocking all black polyester, drag you off your Vespa
Survive or die trying like Chester
Money on my mind so I'm scheming
Take your last penny like you don't even need it
Screaming fuck the world and fuck life's meanings
This place makes me selfish, disregard your feelings
Yo, 'cause I've been dragged up and down these streets from day
You can see it when you see my face
You can see it runs through me when I bleed and it leaves its trace
Now mind my steez 'cause it needs its space
Watch your step, G
My mouth's watering for some fresh meat
That I can eat alive for some next peak
I do the dirt, wrap it up tight and then I move the work
And tell you mind your business if you're too concerned
This place takes no prisoners
This place is the reason we harbour the sin in us
We make money to spend money, frivolous
While the long arm keeps a lid on us
For real, yo, this place takes no prisoners
This place is the reason we harbour the sin in us
We make money to spend money, frivolous
While the long arm keeps a lid on us
Written by: Matthew Jones, William Leigh
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