Bluse - Skittles

Bluse - Skittles

Альбом
Poor with £100 Trainers
Год
2012
Язык
`Engelska`
Длительность
195880

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Bluse

Skittles

I’ve been openly spitting, putting my thoughts into rhythms

Since the beginning, I never hid my heart, that made me different

I was living in a world full of wise guys but none of these guys really wanted

to be wise, you get?

Man, I’ve got a lot of regrets.

But regretful I’m not

I’ve seen a lot things, done things you think that I have not

I’m what?

I’m not arsed what you think.

You’re a mock

You know I’m on it right around the clock, probably why I got it locked

Ever since I hit my first twat, I found myself in cells at stupid o' clock

I’m as stupid as what, back when we used to take producers and bob

And if you think that I mean producers as in music, it’s not

It’s like this time I’m gonna find myself in a dock

Me trying to tell the judge what’s what

And I’m blamed for the lot

Something, nothing I could say could stop

I thought I never get clocked, but it was hot, I should’ve stopped

I’ve been freely revealing, telling the world all my feelings

Since I was speaking, I’ve never hid my thoughts, that made me cheeky

I was living in world full of bad man but none of these man really wanted to be bad, you get?

Done a lot of things that I try to forget

But then again those things made me meet peeps I am proud to have met

And I bet, if I never met them I would be deep in debt

Hitting the ket with the rest of the skets

It’s like my year shotting 'phets were the best, but financially I wish it would affected me less

Cause nowadays I got a shopping list on my desk and a nice bank balance man due

to all the things I confessed

I stink and I drink like a modern day George Best, a little bit crazy

You can hear it in my fourth test, fourth test

And as I sit here feeling sick in this cell, I think I’m just about sick with

myself

It’s like how can I be here again

These four walls either I’m getting taller or the cells are getting smaller

Once a year I get a call from the law cause I’m out of order

This time because they think I’m the guy you call for an order

This crime could put me in these walls for an awfully long time

Quick time, like it was something I ought to experience

I made a career with this, now it’s getting serious

Gurs getting four years, has got me feeling nervous

AC got 32, and he’s got to serve them

And I don’t know the ins and outs to know if he deserved them

But my little brother at the report, in Liverpool court, he’s there studying law

As if you had thought

I’m a walking nightmare and I ain’t talking the talk

And that’s why I might be walking the walk

So if in a couple months time, I ain’t on the front line, you know I didn’t get

cs and a fine.

and that’s fine

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