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letra de home by 8 - datkid

life, life, life

(verse 1)

i take a breath of smoke, let it go
then i take a second toke
grab a pen and flow, get into aggressive mode
p-ssed cause i can’t even step on road to wreck a show
instead i’m home, with a tag around my leg alone
and yeah i know i was a tw-t
i was out stepping hotter with the coppers on my back
and then i got another tag and didn’t bother to try stopping it at that
chose to go get arrested over cotching at my flat
and i bet those stinking pigs loved it when they raided me
took off my door and saw that i was cultivating weed
next day morning court making pleas
whilst the papers painting me to be some crazy beast just to make some p
but i should have been holding it down instead of
floating around with my boat in the clouds
rolling through town smashed with a roach in my mouth
marker glued to my palm writing over your house

(chorus)

cause if you’re living as a sinner, then you pay the price
that’s just the way of life and f-ck living it like you ain’t alive
so that’s why i’ll be home by 8 tonight
cotching plotting with my grade alight
waiting for the day i rise

living as a sinner, so i paid the price
that’s just the way of life and f-ck living it like i ain’t alive
so that’s why i’ll be home by 8 tonight
cotching plotting with my grade alight
waiting for the day i rise

(verse 2)

see truthfully, the only thing i’m regretting is getting caught
i’d probably do it all again without a second thought
but next time i’ll make sure i don’t have to step in court
and get left with a ringing phone box on my bedroom floor
yeah f the law, f-ck the judges and magistrates
f-ck the prosecutors, f-ck the journalists and the jakes
them man are waste, trying to have me banged away to clap a wage
and now every time i walk the streets i acting prang and bait
and all they say is “i’m just doing my job”
but you chose to do your job, are you stupid or what?
you’re just a glorified snitch with a uniform on
to all the kiddies love to spit on when you move them along
and the reason i’ll hate every one of these pr-cks till i die
is for the fact they’re trying to punish me for living my life
f-ck your authority, i’ll sh-t on your stripes
then get home by 8, in time to scribble a rhyme and bring it alive

(chorus)

- datkid

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