Kishore Kumar Hits

Mount Kimbie - in your eyes (ft. slowthai and Danny Brown) şarkı sözleri

Sanatçı: Mount Kimbie

albüm: MK 3.5: Die Cuts | City Planning


But that doesn't make them very popular
And they chase the old time
The poor that can't get play ball, they can't do this
Then there's the neighbors complaining about
The children
Tellin' them to
I miss you, man
How I miss the kiss (mwah)
You used to give before dipped (dipped)
And dipped (dipped) and dipped (dipped) and dipped
In your eyes I'm still the kid, doin' scratch and sniff (Ha-ha)
Before we got in whips, back in BMX standin' on the pegs
Askin' for a chip, just to roll a spliff
'Cause we didn't have a qip, we had to tig and tig and tig and tig
'Til they come for their shit, like you ain't gettin' it
It Oi, oi, oi where's my fuckin' money?, you ain't gettin' it
Money is my glue (glue, glue, glue)
Grab your neck and make it blue, sad emoji for a snake
And you ain't snakey 'cause there's nothing I won't say to you
And don't care who you workin', fix your pot like I'm Zeus
We like socks, where you gone
I know I'm, it's been too long
I huff and puff, they all fall off
Rise and shine, they done and dust
Reachin' for gods, graspin' the straws, stuck in the zone
When the only one's home is the man in my thoughts
See that we sold, all that I known is I been here before
Start from the stone, never been pure
War in my dorm, don't open the door
Head in my hands, sat on the floor
Boys don't cry, what you cryin' for?
It's a hard knock life, wish I float away at seas
C'est la vie, such as life, don't bring sand to the beach
You can judge somebody by the company they keep
Look, my friends kill my friends and truthfully
It's killin' me
And your oxy the window to your soul
Can go back, trapped on this road, don't know which way to go
I won't bluff, don't bite my hand and trust me I won't fold
Knee deep in them trenches, turnin' copper into gold
Man, this world so cold, ask me how many fucks that I could get
So, I roll my blunts up, and we call it body positive
You must takin' bottles back with all of that cappin'
I get hard to follow, drop that and aspirin
Smokin' 'bout a campfire, liar on your face
What's true can't be your race
I pray dark times for sunny days
What's goin' on Marvin rollin' in his grave
Mercy, mercy me, these niggas need to be saved
Run it up like tired of comin' up with somethin'
My nigga talkin', told him "bring a bag of funyuns"
Run it up like tired of comin' up with somethin'
My nigga talkin', told him "bring a bag of funyuns"
It's a hard knock life, wish I float away at seas
C'est la vie, such as life, don't bring sand to the beach
You can judge somebody by the company they keep
Look, my friends kill my friends and truthfully it's killin' me

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