St. Lucia

Life been too bizarre
I'm asking for what the solutions are
Sweet talker, I'm expecting a Bratz doll
If I link me a St. Lucian barb
Three years done, meet me at the crossroads
Look both ways, there's a moving car
See me in a bally, suit up, like The Moss Bros
I'm posted about where the shooters are

You don't wanna know what I've been through
Many are the times when I've been screwed
Keep your circle tight, but you'll take my advice
When your boy turns your back, puts a knife in you
I want the nicest you
I can't drive yet, need a license too
Seven on the dot, you're entitled to
A Sunday service, like the Sidemen crew

If my minds in shape, I'm like Tarzan
If it's my estate, then it's our land
We could box like an ancient spartan
But you'd bring a wap to a fist fight (ah, man)
I've been about so I'm back to my yard
Got a bit messy, throwback to Qatar
I don't smoke so my lungs don't char
Send shots in my bars like I'm Erling Haaland

Never been a bars man, never been tried before
'Effed up one time let me try some more
Got my boy by my side, so we roam and reign
It's a two man team, not a tribal force
We know you're in the scrap for my crown
Like your cap's spun around
So your lies on tour
I don't even wanna try anymore
I'll be earning my splits like my thighs to the floor

Slipped up once now I'm back on form
When's the last time you heard man perform
Trust when I say that the mick's been taken
Five in a franchise, Jason Bourne
Crown me again, put my face to the sword
You could never take what's mine of course
I'll be the bad guy if I'm stating my thoughts
So I'm ending the song on a minor chord



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