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letra de tour de ends - joe james

[intro]
yeah

[verse 1]
ridin’ through the city ’til the tank’s empty
origami full of shine in a worldies fendi
i could’ve parked it off but my b-lls hefty
i need jacket with the specs, man, i’m too blendy
boy-dem on the scoop, they’d love to arrest me
if i see them it gets stashed quickly
i drive to pistea and the niff gets left back in the city it’s like benjamin mendy
jakes on their knees tryna assemble the debris with their gloves in a frenzy
but they couldn’t pin it on mе ’cause it’s gone with the wind
i’m feeling shamеful when i pray because it’s wrong that i’ve sinned
your aura popped and now it’s grey, it’s looking somber and dim, rah
smoke a stick and turn a nonchalant king
or take a swig and let the spirits take a prosperous swing
at your jaw, spirits can be a monstrous thing but i’m raw
can’t let ’em take me, i’m too honest with myself, yeah

[chorus]
true music has always been built to last
sometimes it takes a while
yeah, uh
recognition is seldom fast
yeah, uh
the many inches in a mile
ayy
[verse 2]
i’m picture painting dmt trips with my words
it goes bang like some tnt, it’s not advised for kids and nieces
picture painting, pallets endless
i’m with roxy, max and jay but it ain’t eastenders
nothin’ to say to the pretenders
in the party with my shades lookin’ all pretentious
but i’m not, i’m just short short fused and so f-ckin’ reckless
and these busters drive me bonkers so i keep my hat the lowest
call me robbie lawler ’cause my stance the strongest, yeah
eagles in my camp, in your camp ego
zeenos in the back had to grab the reload
the digi’s balanced perfect, man, it’s harmony
harmonic minus scale, no minor c note
it’s peace and love until a buster touch my people
then we pushin’ h-lla b-ttons like we tryna cheat code
san andreas with the jet pack and flying vehicle

[chorus]
true music has always been built to last
i live the story i was gave, let jah-jah write the sequel
sometimes it takes a while
recognition is seldom fast
the many inches in a mile
yeah
[verse 3]
i feel like jack the ripper walking in the fog
in the east-end, black boots, got the k!ller chop
couple tickets in my sock, i flew out to golders green
walking with a ten do five, push it by the synagogue
peddled up the cricklewood, life was just a little good
had to ride it back to east, i was in a pickle good
had to get myself out the trap i got no pick-me-up
know some crack babies, residue in the sippy cup
why you think they grew f-cked, why?
’cause their parents never gave ’em a chance
i know a girl from southend her mum ain’t gave her a glance
too busy, too busy messing with glass (uh)
that same girl’s twenty one now she works as a brass
i used to sit next to megan in class, it’s mad

[chorus]
true music has always been built to last
sometimes it takes a while
recognition is seldom fast
the many inches in a mile
true music has always been built to last
sometimes it takes a while
recognition is seldom fast
the many inches in a mile

- joe james

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