Euston Rd

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Been out on the roads for a while
And trust me they don't really say too much
16 years and many many faces
I would know if they showed you love
Look
I would know if they showed you love
Breathing calm
It all stops when I ain't reading psalms Reel in charms
Harms
Dem man talk widda phones in palms
My calls come from lifting arms
Drop down knees and my lord knows
If I came with 4 on my back I'm harmed
I just tapped on the phone
And packed all my clothes
Won't whip in the stove
I'm gone

Death wish came through in the letter box
Trust me do you know bout timing
And that letter would killed me off
If it wasn't for the lord
Who kept me gliding
Broski says are you riding?
Not rated is an understatement
If I would of kept the same old lying
Trying
Dem man want me dying
Bunned it cooking up emotions talk bout new ways frying
This ain't no Peter pan but they pass fifteen and they all go flying
So tell me who am I And tell me who are you
We got demons we gotta battle

So why the youth go divide by two
Cos its all bout the post code crew
Left hand shank gets moved like the old school blues
Feds be left with nothing but clues
Kept running till I got holes in my shoes
Hole in one na Its hole in two's
Live life making tactial moves
Old school films have me feeling the grooves
Thats escape from reality to 12 bar blues
Coming like r2d2 right hand man yeah that's cp3
Tactical moves
Still Brick phone Shuffling texts like a mp3
My glasses state of my barnet she said I look like a NPC

Laugh it off cuh she wants my snap you can ask Luca GP
All jokes a side when it slips aside
Like when the mandem glide
They ride
All you Find
Is the support of your own blood line
So when broski ain't in my life
When he's far away from home
Love Asher so much
I would treck on foot
Just to take him from that zone
Yeah Just like Leo said
They tryna run it like Alcapone
Boys be out on their bikes
Shotting that E.T
But ain't got time to phone home
Trust me mummy expects him home
Mummy expects him grown
Mummy tells him stand strong on your own
Out on the streets it's different get poked when your out all alone

Yutes hear NWC or WC and their all on combat
Drop that shank in your hand
And your weak like my coke
Thats got no Cognac
And Just liked Dave said
They don't know what they're smoking
Will turn dem wombat
And just like Abdi we don't smoke no kush like trust that's long ak

Life was turning kept on turning Christ was praying that I stop that
Stepped in church was sweating and burning
Heavy with burdens Yah made sure that I drop that
Grew up on hand me downs so never here man saying yeah imma cop that

Pray to Christ that I seek that life
That's the same for my bros in the bog flats



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