Flatline
A wahum to some duppy bat?
Bloodclaat dead tonight
Trust me
Body outline chalk out
From them decide to bloodclaat walk out
Wah dem ah talk 'bout? Yo
Another sleepless night while the yout dem-a tucked in
Not sure, but I'm waiting for something
I bun weed while I'm anticipating
'Cause every time I see the sunrise, it's amazing
Speechless, no long talk for the enemy
They wanna bury me, say no more
I told wifey, "Forget about day job"
Bet, that's cool, cuh you love when things are paid for
Number one breadwinner, but you know I don't love money
Sign contracts, yeah, I get blood money
Killer contacts whenever I get drug money
Private school for the youth paid for-, 247 when I scheme and plot
To the smell of good food, yeah, steaming pots
There's never been a day when this feeling stops
(Somebody a-go dead, say no more)
Looking for who?
Looking for what?
Haha, hmm
I beg dem cross the line
Cuh everything rise up
Dawg dem deya when I smile up
Body bag pile up
Flat-line
Payback
Too late, nobody could've saved that
Addicted to coke and the fuckery
Now look, family are shoveling the grave that
Somebody should've hollered him from morning
For how he was talking, I said, "Don't say that"
(Run into the net and got caught, peppered up, no salt)
Shouldn't have thought he was a maniac
Hmm, now your wifey's a widow
Another man's gonna be sleeping on your pillow
Gunshot erased ya from anyone's memory
Just 'cause he thought he was rough like a Brillo Pad
No apologies, the mandem ain't preeing that
Dress up inna black 'cause you know say it's that time
No mercy, manaman are giving that
Gonna be a guaranteed flatline
No mercy, man leave the crime scene clean
So, you're never gonna know who done that crime
Conscience clear, even some man are evil
Bally back on time for the school run, on time
Friendly neighbourhood mercs man
Roll out for the family, I'm always gonna back mine
Dawg dem have always got a worse plan
Cuh we specialise in organised crime
Wait 'til they walk out
What dem a talk 'bout?
We've never been hard to find
Cuh everyting rise up
Dawg dem deya when I smile up
Body bag pile up
Flatline
Bloodclaat dead tonight
Trust me
Body outline chalk out
From them decide to bloodclaat walk out
Wah dem ah talk 'bout? Yo
Another sleepless night while the yout dem-a tucked in
Not sure, but I'm waiting for something
I bun weed while I'm anticipating
'Cause every time I see the sunrise, it's amazing
Speechless, no long talk for the enemy
They wanna bury me, say no more
I told wifey, "Forget about day job"
Bet, that's cool, cuh you love when things are paid for
Number one breadwinner, but you know I don't love money
Sign contracts, yeah, I get blood money
Killer contacts whenever I get drug money
Private school for the youth paid for-, 247 when I scheme and plot
To the smell of good food, yeah, steaming pots
There's never been a day when this feeling stops
(Somebody a-go dead, say no more)
Looking for who?
Looking for what?
Haha, hmm
I beg dem cross the line
Cuh everything rise up
Dawg dem deya when I smile up
Body bag pile up
Flat-line
Payback
Too late, nobody could've saved that
Addicted to coke and the fuckery
Now look, family are shoveling the grave that
Somebody should've hollered him from morning
For how he was talking, I said, "Don't say that"
(Run into the net and got caught, peppered up, no salt)
Shouldn't have thought he was a maniac
Hmm, now your wifey's a widow
Another man's gonna be sleeping on your pillow
Gunshot erased ya from anyone's memory
Just 'cause he thought he was rough like a Brillo Pad
No apologies, the mandem ain't preeing that
Dress up inna black 'cause you know say it's that time
No mercy, manaman are giving that
Gonna be a guaranteed flatline
No mercy, man leave the crime scene clean
So, you're never gonna know who done that crime
Conscience clear, even some man are evil
Bally back on time for the school run, on time
Friendly neighbourhood mercs man
Roll out for the family, I'm always gonna back mine
Dawg dem have always got a worse plan
Cuh we specialise in organised crime
Wait 'til they walk out
What dem a talk 'bout?
We've never been hard to find
Cuh everyting rise up
Dawg dem deya when I smile up
Body bag pile up
Flatline
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Writer(s): Dominic Tarasek, Marc Anthony Veira
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