Original

Rusty yeah

I make tunes for a grown folk I'm original
Young Old Soul had to keep it minimal
Studio in my house, thought I was Jamaican African traditional

Took a different rout so I had to get this out
I'm like what is love if it isn't Unconditional
Yeah they were my dargs now they unforgivable
Screaming all for one that don't mean nothing at all
Nah
That don't mean nothing at all
They call me Eags Santana I'm that indivi-juelz
The jack of all the trades not your average Joel
The new black twang still I'm aboriginal
Give you bars like British weather unpredictable
Tunes for a grown folk I ain't typical
A couple little Vowels then another syllable
The fire in the streets so go and check that visual
If she over 25 that's what I think about
Was wondering baby can we do the unthinkable
See tell me when your ready take a trip to Maida Vale
Or a spot of lunch out in Camden by the canal
Yeah I know my EP that took a little while
But I live a life man it's all political
Spend it on my car should of out in on a house
They put me on a banned back to provisional
Tell how it is I don't do subliminal
See I was going in they all had to go around
Heard it all before boy tell me something else
Don't you know I'm old school like Zaga Zow
Like Eden Hazard with the ball I'm clinical
Switch it any way any how any route
Little Hennessy with a babe I'm aroused
Couple melodies little beat a little bounce
I was in and out that's a smooth criminal
I'm like where's my keys where is my portable



Credits
Writer(s): Ygor Santos
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