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letra de standard procedure - krafty

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[intro]
yeah
ayo
check, check
obie trice said it best
every man got a story to tell
well f-ck it, i got a story as well
yeah yeah yeah yeah
yeah
let me take you back
way back
back to the humble beginnings
you think you know me?
haha nah
not in the slightest
yo, yo, yo, yo

[verse 1]
writing lyrics, all black and a white top
like a pint of guiness
vibing in it
been handcuffed a couple times
mother wonders why i live a troubled life, i say i dunno

i ain’t glorifying, it’s just a story of mine
born in the slime, grew up torn in my mind
borderline bored of lines that i hear from all the guys
that call out mine, let’s take it back, uh
spray paint, hashish and rap beats
two weeks away from dying from a gas leak
it’s always been the same, needing change
feeling i’m fighting demons, they’re leaving me bleeding in pain

i stray from the crowd, they’re screaming my name
i guess i’m the f-cking beaver that they’re eager to blame
but ayy, i should be used to the trouble
let loose a reb-ttal instead of always choosing to struggle

i’ve been skint as f-ck
while rappers around the world have had their windows tinted up
living lavish, not having to give a f-ck
nearly give up but gave up on that
they tell me i’m a d-ck, i say well suck on that

doom and gloom but still p-ssy in the room
smoking and drinking anything we could consume
don’t let me down, i ain’t a balloon
but friends come and go like clients with a prostitute

you let ’em go, they come back like boomerang
you kick it with ’em even though you shouldn’t hang
’bout time that the fat woman sang
‘cept you put a gram up your nose and that’s how it goes
used to stick to flows instead of drugs, now your head is buzzed
wanna focus but you’re already fuzzed and it ain’t letting up
no matter how random it seems bruv
this life has become a standard procedure

[chorus]
grew up on a council estate
in a town where we’d play surrounded by hate
searching for the land of the dreams but
we’re all lost, locked into standard procedure

grew up on a council estate
in a town where we’d play surrounded by hate
searching for the land of the dreams but
we’re all lost, locked into standard procedure

[verse 2]
way before chubby girls were selling juice plus
i used to bust waiting for that number 2 bus
rhyming and flowing, try’na be showing i could be going
wanting to pause the time in the moment

my best friends were the best of the bunch
but only ’cause the rest were some c-nts
we had nothing, had nothing but bad luck and
playing rap songs used to push my f-cking dads b-ttons
f-ck it, turn it up a little louder
can’t stop now, i’m only halfway through the album
used to wonder why sneek didn’t care for rapping
mum said it’s that, that, that, we didn’t share the passion

told me to stop relying on him
one track a year won’t get you guys up on it
“i dunno why you’re bothered”
guess i saw something in him that no-one else did and
that’s why he quit and

stuck to the weed
but these lonely thoughts are really f-cking with me
i just wanna be up on the beats crushing the scene

never had much as a teen
jacking beats while they were jacking off to nuts magazine
rap was the fascination, others lacked the patience
my train of thought was never at the station

you don’t know half the cr-p i’ve taken
never sold drugs but thought about putting in an application
how bad can selling crack be?
not like i’d be smoking it, plus the wages are tax free

i know it’s awkward the sh-t i’m sort of admitting
a few crimes i never got caught for committing
can you imagine me in court with my writtens?
spitting the testimony, freestyling with the warden in prison?

i guess it worked out okay
shout out to everyone on a council estate, yo

[chorus]
grew up on a council estate
in a town where we’d play surrounded by hate
searching for the land of the dreams but
we’re all lost, locked into standard procedure

grew up on a council estate
in a town where we’d play surrounded by hate
searching for the land of the dreams but
we’re all lost, locked into standard procedure

[outro]
yeah
now i’ma just sit here and wait for people to say
haha that i didn’t grow up on a council estate
hahaha all they can do is hate
ahh mate
what

- krafty

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