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letra de 4 am in the booth - ya (uk)

[chorus]
sh-t ain’t been the same since my dad left
so stressed, loads of it on my d-mn chest
ain’t spoke to my mum much, it’s a mad mess
ain’t seen my son much too, i’m getting bare stressed
4 am up in the booth, ain’t getting much rest
hard work pays, i’m tryna work for the best
cause since my dad left, my head went west
the best future for my son is what i manifest

[verse]
i’m from them cold streets
some rob, some shot, some mash deets
some will die for the pride, some just want peace
some fight with their fists, some bang sweets
i’m from the west side
i’m from yorkshire, it gets gritty round our side
every time we ride, it’s a minimum five
what we do for the money, we ride side-by-side
it was side-by-side, can’t take my pride
and if pain comes in waves, i’ma ride that tide
cold hearted, woulda thought that i died inside
but i’m here and i’m living, never been so alive
it’s a eye for an eye, i’ll take a tooth for a tooth
who’d have thought i’d make money from a mic and a booth?
who’d have thought that i’d come up? never needed a boost
i just needed my mind strong and stick to the truth
yeah i stick to my word and i stick to my plan
i made more than thirty bags from a transit van
i can find where you crop, no doubt with a scan
if i want it and i’m hungry then i take it to yam
ya’s back with a bang, more flavours than dam
it’s like we give the bud roids how the buds be wham
how you working a nine-to-five? it all be a scam
ain’t paying tax, i’m making racks while i’m catching a tan
cah we’re active, lining up drop after drop
with a heat gun, tryna scout out the next crop
we stay linked with the arabs who be working round the clock
put a tracker on your car then your door’s getting popped
how you stunting in the club? i can’t be splashing on a sket
i’d rather hit napoleons and put that bag on roulette
can’t live up in my past, i can’t live in regret
i’d rather get up off my -rs-, find someone to g-check
[chorus]
sh-t ain’t been the same since my dad left
so stressed, loads of it on my d-mn chest
ain’t spoke to my mum much, it’s a mad mess
ain’t seen my son much too, i’m getting bare stressed
4 am up in the booth, ain’t getting much rest
hard work pays, i’m tryna work for the best
cause since my dad left, my head went west
the best future for my son is what i manifest

- ya uk

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