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letra de too late - peaky

[verse 1]
late nights stalking success, i’m creeping up on it
i’m past the point where people say peaky speaks for the love of it
_this boys been troubled, i double up on a couple bits
fin to pop some bubbles, while blowing suttin’ you’d struggle with
tight strains got minds strayed, i see in colours
feds with tight reigns bring a new meaning to beaten black and blue
eyes glazed, sat back waved, i can’t be bothered
like the green doesn’t mean go anymore, but i can’t slack a tune
_but what’s this beefing, i’m ceasing to see necessity
in meeting just to leave a man bleeding, that’s not my recipe
i’m sensibly attempting to leave a mark on your memory
not shouting out some unknown code, that’s open sesame, ha
_from g-ngb-ngers to bangers, i’m stepping up a bit
enough of wishing dreaming and chatting bout how i’d love, to spit
i got the flow that’ll turn you suckers around, causing ruckus
you’ll get stuck on the wordplay, the herbs got us

[hook]
it’s too late to roll
it’s too late to roll the issue away, but i just can’t put down jane
so i might just chill
but i’ve gotta work hard to prove, i wasn’t wrong when i chose my way
it’s too late to roll
it’s too late to roll the issue away, but i just can’t put down jane
so i might just chill
but i’ve gotta work hard to prove, i wasn’t wrong when i chose my way

[verse 2]
man ,you couldn’t comprehend the intelligence in my -rs-nal
critics only spur me to travel balling like basketball
_i got my goals, the game is basically finished
once i’ve made a couple digits, and flipped it, i’ll watch my targets fall
i’m too real, and when i tell you i’m real
i don’t mean i’m ripping tissues for artificials to feel
i just smoke, joke, chill and make some music with meaning
cos anybody with a gun could come and send you to demons
it only takes a minute to slip a couple of clips
and drip your bullets in your smith ‘n, grip it, wink and spit your stick at him
your stick’ll split his spirit, rip his missus and his sisters
make his mother switch to spirits and syrups to fix what’s missing, sh-t
_-just relax and think straight
stay real with me, when we’re on the block
if you got ice on your neck, you ain’t chilling with k!llers
so stay trill with me, if you wanna rock

[hook]

- peaky

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