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letra de flashback (feat. alix perez) - foreign beggars

what we gonna do right here is go back

i was just a young buck, growing up quick
catch a flashback, we were living that sh-t
(dippin’ and divin’, f-ckin’ and skivin’)
(dippin’ and divin’, f-ckin’ and skivin’)

i was just a young buck, growing up quick
catch a flashback, we were living that sh-t
(dippin’ and divin’, f-ckin’ and skivin’)
(dippin’ and divin’)

i grew up on a council plot
ain’t have a lot but my jam was caught
me and my older bro, cuz, madre and my pops
we had the dial a box, watchin’ top of the pops
these polaroid fl!cks of your boy will make you double cluck
a troubled flock
the old folk bees, the fossiler
had more time, i felt the belt or the knuckle drop
papa was an old school head, he had a temper on him
grandma told ’em, go call feds, she went december on him
1985, that was the big freeze
ice skating on road at minus six degrees
frozen to my toe in the snow
on my way to gospel oak where i was hoping to go
felt like a blizzard b
grinnin’ as the springtime peaks, you brought the summer back
running home hoping to catch the end of thundercats
my cuz, he done his grit in the streets
i seen him push a fresh banger every night of the week
that sh-t was peak

i was just a young buck, growing up quick
catch a flashback, we were living that sh-t
(dippin’ and divin’, f-ckin’ and skivin’)
(dippin’ and divin’, f-ckin’ and skivin’)

i was just a young buck, growing up quick
catch a flashback, we were living that sh-t
(dippin’ and divin’, f-ckin’ and skivin’)
(dippin’ and divin’)

used to rock a black bandana
banging testament, sepultura
napalm death c-ssette tearing the schula
go and fess death, suffocation and biohazard
par new nirvana, i was in ’99
f-ckers needed a cd that wasn’t parking shot
twenty kids up in the gym, drinking that concorde
murder was the case, they playin’ up in the u-haul
hiding off the streets from police, hittin’ that new pour
road dropped his sword knife, fall back into graphotism
part four or mtn, call me for smashing britain
n—a, bbs, agg, few more kilo
elks these mace boss case and pete and fizzo
cl-ssics in my v, hard steppin’ to
rings till i pull it down and swerve and rumble
ice cool orange mac (it’s your fad)
bigger vest, give a stab at gq or five-star

i was just a young buck, growing up quick
catch a flashback, we were living that sh-t
(dippin’ and divin’, f-ckin’ and skivin’)
(dippin’ and divin’, f-ckin’ and skivin’)

i was just a young buck, growing up quick
catch a flashback, we were living that sh-t
(dippin’ and divin’, f-ckin’ and skivin’)
(dippin’ and divin’)

oh my gosh

- foreign beggars

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