Lyrics Show Off - Bru - C

Show Off

Bru-c
Show off
One take
Yeah
See you could be in the wrong place at the wrong time
And get your throat slit with a long knife
Its a crazy world full up of gob shites and wrong rights
Seems like a long life
Trapped inside my mortal frame
Wondering if when my bodies rotting will my thoughts remain
But who cares?
Grab your toast and teeth, throw on your best shirt
Step into your 9 — 5 so you can get your rents worth
Paint the streets brown and white so you can get that fresh Merc
But is the money worth ruling your whole like if you get merked
They say life’s a bitch so it will get chirps
Approach it with a cheeky smile some, flowers and a fresh shirt
Convinced that you’re the man about the land and you’ll impress her
If you really believe in what you preach then you will get hurt
Not tryna live my life asking myself why I didn’t go for it
Would you rather be working for the business or be owning it?
Feels like its about time I started focusing been here 23 years
Feels like I ain’t got shit to show for it, except
Tie dies, a wild mind and some fresh kicks
Most days seem to be dead shit
Can’t seem to capture the best bit
Say usually on the depressed tip
Feel like I deserve more
I’m tryna elevate the lift stuck on the first floor
Of this, six billion story tower of life
Where some will, rise to the top
And some will cower and die
Walk in the footsteps of the devil
Or in the shadow of Christ
Or make your, own path to follow and allow all the hype
Power of mind is essential
Express my thoughts on instrumentals
Stabbing through my own heart with a pencil
The beat matches the blood pulse in my temple
We go together like cats drinking kestrel
Like bad teeth to a dental practice
Ahead of rapping I’m levels passing
Try and test my language
Your getting flattened like you stepped in traffic
Still I came off the beef like leather jackets
'nuff man got a chip upon the shoulder but they never back it
Heh, it’s that boy from the little town
Man used to take me for a clown but they listen now
I’m gonna bring it to the boil while you simmer down
Catch me in the studio developing a bigger sound
Chillin' with the clouds
I’m gradually lifting
I’ve been grafting and spitting
No relaxing or chilling
And if they say that sleep is the cousin of death
Being alive must be the cousin of actually living
Fam, it’s madness in Britain
They push web pages to our eyes
And now the media is making the divide
And there’s invisible planes leaving trails in the sky
And where the homeless take shelter they
Replace the floor with spikes
What the fuck’s the world coming to?
Blatantly a mockery
2015, still over half the world’s in poverty
And the only thing that people prey for, is the lottery
Imagine spending that cash on building something quality
And at school they try and treat you like a div
They only teach you how to work
Nah they don’t teach you how to live
They don’t teach you no respect
And they don’t teach you how to give
They teach you how to get a job become a slave
And then they kick you out
Leaving misbehavior’s and slower students to live and die
Get a job, hit the catch
Sell a, Flip a
Work a job you fucking hate or end up feeling prison bound
Shit, the way were forced to live has got me feeling down
But still I do what I gotta do
Gotta live my life to the fullest Imma pop the roof
There’s no hope, I don’t vote, and I don’t watch the news
Even if I tried to make a difference it would not improve
How selfish is that
I see my ignorance as bliss
Don’t get it twisted
I’m a hypocrite not an idiot
A hypocrite, all alone with my views
Looking, or the mother fucker that moans
Still I do nothing
That nice yeah?