Kunci: C minor
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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Madness
From a boy, been chased by
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badness (mad)
I was like rah, nah, nah
Suck your mum like your
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dad (your dad)
Back in the day when I
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jumped cabs (skrr)
I got blacklisted, couldn't get one from
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my gaff (from my home, hey)
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But it's calm, it's cool, it's cold,
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it's nice (nice, nice, nice, nice)
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When it snows I'm ghost,
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cause I'm dressed in white (ice)
Roll 'round my ends screaming North
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Nights (double N, double N!)
Roll 'round my ends and they
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know slowthai
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Slay
Every one knows about slay
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When I roll in, everybody goes,
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"I know him"
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Just 'cause he know my name
Bae
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When I draw my Beyblade
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It's a twister,
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make you turn in your grave like a Rizla
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Screw your face (slay)
Pain
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Get jooked, complain of belly ache
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No space, no caps, no one can imitate
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No hoods, no hats,
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like who you duking mate?
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Strange
Situations elevate, ah
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Breath stinks straight,
in need of Colgate
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'Cah only get one life, no simulator
Verse 2
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G#m
In the cold North, ends gets tragic
Nights in watching Cash In The Attic
Smell the tree like cash in the attic
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G#m
Hate the wet weed but I just bag it
Theresa May wanna be like Branson
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Making P from airplane traffic
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Theresa May wanna be like Branson
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Making P from airplane traffic
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In the cold North, ends gets tragic
Nights in watching Cash In The Attic
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Smell the tree like cash in the attic
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Hate the wet weed but I just bag it
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Theresa May wanna be like Branson
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G#m
Making P from airplane traffic
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Theresa May wanna be like Branson
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Making P from airplane traffic
Verse 3
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Wouldn't throw my shadow
Mewtwo, you man move like Sparrow
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Tun nel vision and this tunnel too narrow
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Want beef but I'm moving cattle
Woah
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Want war jump out the Bora
With an arrow, cross bow and a bora
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I write novels like man was an author
And I pray this year is a scorcher
Woah
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Pray this summer is a heater
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Kick ball, school man like it's FIFA
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I'm in Thailand, bun Ib iza
Wise man with a spliff Ribena
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Slow it down the slow motion
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Laugh at my pain I ain't joking
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Blood from a stone, hands open
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Blood on my hands for my bloods
that are broken
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Head to big, it's swollen
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Hot in the bits like molten
Negative life, stop moaning
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Too many things I hold in
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I ain't learnt till my legs
start floating
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Disconnect everyone I don't like,
Don Perrione hype
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Catch me in the club,
I be selling Snow White
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Impose yourself, you might get a goodbye
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Pressurise me and get
something in your eye
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From a yout', the boy has
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been a savage
Rudeboy deal with the matters
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Different planet like I came
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from Namek
My life they can't understand it
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From a yout', the boy has
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been a savage
Rudeboy deal with the matters
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Different planet like I came
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from Namek
My life they can't understand it
Outro 1
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