Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Blacked Out, artist - Aj Tracey. Album song Secure The Bag!, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 05.10.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: AJ Tracey
Song language: English
Blacked Out |
| Tracksuit grey, black, blue |
| I was just a hope-filled kid like you |
| Left ends broke, gotta win, can’t lose |
| Everyting fresh when I came back through |
| Saying that you’re real, brudda, that’s not true |
| I’m not second but I am top two |
| See me in the club with the team dem |
| Blacked out so you know I’ve gotta wear a black top too |
| Tracksuit grey, black, blue |
| I was just a hope-filled kid like you |
| Left ends broke, gotta win, can’t lose |
| Everyting fresh when I came back through |
| Saying that you’re real, brudda, that’s not true |
| I’m not second but I am top two |
| See me in the club with the team dem |
| Blacked out so you know I’ve gotta wear a black top too |
| Trap, trap, trap lines gone and the trap’s gone too |
| Triceps gone and my traps gone too |
| Now you wear tracksuits listening to «That's Not Me» |
| But we all know that’s not you |
| Said you’ve got a new flow, that’s not new |
| When you sound like me but you spray like you |
| If we’ve got beef then I’m bringing out Marvel |
| Man better know I’m bring Capcom too |
| Man did Belgium twice in a week |
| Then I flew Bordeaux for a slice of the cheese |
| So many shows that a man can’t sleep |
| I ain’t even really got time for a beat |
| Mummy said «Go son, go boy, eat» |
| Did it on my own no scam, no cheat |
| No label, no chat, no meet |
| All love here, no gap, no sweet |
| Niggas in my ends hate me 'cause they’re nothing |
| But I still rep for the West End streets |
| I’ll never get a G check from a neek |
| Now I’ve got bread don’t think we can beef |
| Yeah, if I do well, they attack |
| Trust me, I’m never going out whack |
| My Spanish miss said I’m gonna fail 'cause I’m brown |
| Bet you thought I was gonna say black |
| Tracksuit grey, black, blue |
| I was just a hope-filled kid like you |
| Left ends broke, gotta win, can’t lose |
| Everyting fresh when I came back through |
| Saying that you’re real, brudda, that’s not true |
| I’m not second but I am top two |
| See me in the club with the team dem |
| Blacked out so you know I’ve gotta wear a black top too |
| Tracksuit grey, black, blue |
| I was just a hope-filled kid like you |
| Left ends broke, gotta win, can’t lose |
| Everyting fresh when I came back through |
| Saying that you’re real, brudda, that’s not true |
| I’m not second but I am top two |
| See me in the club with the team dem |
| Blacked out so you know I’ve gotta wear a black top too |
| I ain’t really tryna be political |
| I’ve got an impact and it’s physical |
| I am not a role-model rudeboy |
| Don’t follow me and don’t hang from my lyrical |
| You’ve got bare art but it’s digital |
| So don’t try to send for the London Prince |
| To win’s nothing less than a miracle |
| Man will get a lift like it’s spiritual |
| Man will get a lift like a boss man |
| Five star 'cause he had an aux in the Uber |
| Didn’t even hit him that hard and he dived 'cause you’re a diver |
| Like you’ve got a snorkel or a scuba |
| Remember my roots, pulled a maneuver |
| Went in the door, cleaned up like a hoover |
| Don’t get excited because I left radio sets |
| If I ever walk in, I’m Akuma |
| Nah, Frieza, Cell, Buu, Broly |
| Still got friends that’ll leave man holey |
| And I’ve got friends on the deen all holy |
| I did the grief, on my friend’s guacamole |
| Mole blud, mole |
| Mates pulled up, blood, pulled 'way |
| I ain’t got a CV but if I did |
| It would say that I’m all about cream like Olay |
| Tracksuit grey, black, blue |
| I was just a hope-filled kid like you |
| Left ends broke, gotta win, can’t lose |
| Everyting fresh when I came back through |
| Saying that you’re real, brudda, that’s not true |
| I’m not second but I am top two |
| See me in the club with the team dem |
| Blacked out so you know I’ve gotta wear a black top too |
| Tracksuit grey, black, blue |
| I was just a hope-filled kid like you |
| Left ends broke, gotta win, can’t lose |
| Everyting fresh when I came back through |
| Saying that you’re real, brudda, that’s not true |
| I’m not second but I am top two |
| See me in the club with the team dem |
| Blacked out so you know I’ve gotta wear a black top too |