letra de high street - ocean wisdom
brighton town where you find me, i’m on the high street
i got the best flow, coming all rhymey, i got the high grade
true i move right here, can’t get by me, i got whole alb-m
and it’s all by me, i roll with the biro, ryan had a baby
now it’s all hard work, now it’s all lively
back in the day when i gave mum backchat
she would try tell a man ‘ah ah’
now i do that if a mana try act bad
gus got done but, now he’s a bad man
din’t go vegas, or play blackjack
beat up dealers, robbed man’s afghan
now mans got blue cheese and dank fam
write bars like anne frank
i get live on a hype occasion
one fan from show tried a spitely statement
tried to put wiz down, tryna diss jamaican
so i sh-gged mans mum for the violation
like oh
why you tryna fight with stathen
tryna war with four of ya
getting drawn in payments
tell a man i wanna chat let their thought amaze em
when they can’t pool thoughts when they draw a statement
on tracks, me i don’t rhyme when i rap
me i just crime when i rhyme puff dat and kill a flat
toast
anchor on that, if i gotta hanker and jam i know dat mans
overly on it, i got the dough in my wallet
and when i pull on my pocket i’m seeing permanent profit
it’s like the man they wanna chat like they capone or gotti
and they be running with the shotty for a kick or a hobby
i know a couple man they riding really didn’t seem properly
better if everybody do it tell me where did the body be
tryna get some money tryna get into property
everybody wanna stomach coz i’m doing it c-ckily
i mother f-cking hate slacker
i don’t role with no out the backers, no i don’t role with no lazy man coz
that makes man flip like acrobatics
like oh my, golly these guys want test like i won’t try act dramatic
i’ll learn the role then i’ll smash the practise, then turn up late
shag the actress, see verb with the limp bars die for acting
and a also look like a bag has packed him, and the also rare, fans are clapping
but the girls embarrased to try an clap the act
i’m like, nowadays every body wanna talk like they got something to spray
but nothing comes out when they loading clips, they just talking sh-t
but still man wanna chat like they guns are blazing, got great form
i’m in great form, and i’m greatful for that withdraw, i’ve been on tour
i ain’t been on telly, then i f-ck off home like i p-ss off kelly
but man went from cotching to pingu, to blotting, to hindus
then back to the igloos, i’m cold, our tier man are just big news
that’s when the gallywan lick on semis i come back to the floor like i’m p-ssed already
i’m getting back from the show, p-ssed all ready and i’m bad with the bone in my b-tches belly
i got a bag from michone from the ghetto lady you know
you one of them wouldn’t and couldn’t man
that couldn’t afford a bag of the buddha man, me?
i’ma jetlag and then travel and then go into camp for a can on a boulevard, you?
you went clown now you’re talking all loud and you tell a man lowe of the western wild out
even though higher man think that’s a lie that gotta you man what that’s about
on the real though
i dont know nothing bout whats-his-face, but whats-his-face know something bout wizzy
i grew up on marley and macy and lizzy and wu tang, rumcon, fiddy and dizzee
chilling with fizzy and bizzy and gizzy, growed with streez and meags and billy
shot food with seller man halves now kilian, catches man on the can that’s brilliant
progress, got my own test, i don’t need your one, two’s get drawn on
you man are falling asleep with the p-rn on
me i’m on stage tryna keep my own drawers on, simple as that
i give em a sprinkle of swag, now they wanna sink in a lap, i ain’t simple as that
and i ain’t got a tip for a slag, i ain’t tryna dip in the hag, lets go now
brighton town where you find me, i’m on the high street
i got the best flow, coming all rhymey, i got the high grade
true i move right here, can’t get by me, i got whole alb-m
and it’s all by me, i roll with the biro, ryan had a baby
now it’s all hard work, now it’s all lively
brighton town where you find me, i’m on the high street
i got the best flow, coming all rhymey, i got the high grade
i move wisely, can’t get by me, i got whole alb-m
and it’s all by me, i roll with the biro, ryan had a baby
now it’s all hard work, now it’s all lively
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