Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bronson, artist - Bugzy Malone. Date of issue: 21.01.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Bronson |
| You say I’m the first |
| Doesn’t mean that I’ll be the last |
| Just means I put in the work |
| The mandem see me put in the graft |
| Now you do the maths, I had a dirty way before music |
| Got a little 38, I’ve not used it |
| Trying to separate my soul from my body? |
| When I heard that, I was ready to lose it |
| But then I prayed to God |
| Because I swore down |
| On my mum’s life that I didn’t want to do this |
| Well, she keeps ringing and asking |
| I told her «let's not go through this» |
| Still I’m thinking where do we go from here? |
| How did I go so clear? |
| All of this in one year |
| I just wanna kick back and spend this money |
| But I’m still wearing a tracksuit |
| And I still roll with the shooters, this is no new shit |
| I was gonna clap back, I didn’t want to go backwards |
| I don’t want to be remembered as an MC |
| Trying to be a Bruce Lee, one of the masters |
| You can click HD and still not capture what I captured |
| It was all madness |
| I was ready to wet man up, I’m no baptist |
| They must think I’m a prick, but I’ve never been a cactus |
| Ah well, I can see last year as practice |
| Now that I know the game |
| But nobody could predict the way the window just shattered |
| Man are looking to blast him |
| I’ve got shooters around me, it’s like the wild wild west |
| And them man are like John Wayne, but they’ve never been actors |
| I’m hard like a bed with no mattress |
| It’s why I had to think from a different perspective |
| So I tried to look through the eyes of the haters |
| And then I could understand |
| Now that I’m on demand and worth close to 100 grand |
| He won’t live to regret this, fucking domestics |
| Sat around talking about who the best is |
| I’ve got real life shooters around me |
| It’s like the final scene in Scarface, it’s that hectic |
| We was meant to be family |
| 'Till the day you betrayed me |
| I was gonna to let man run in through the front door |
| 'Till I heard that he had 3 babies |
| And then I prayed to God |
| Because I see him in hell if he keeps testing my patience |
| I don’t need that on my conscience |
| When it all started over nonsense |
| And for what? |
| A lack of correspondence |
| That means communication, we could’ve had a conversation |
| I’m living like Bronson |
| Incarcerated in my situation |
| See, I hear my name when I switch the station |
| It’s not just Manchester now I’m famous |
| I was going to wile up bare face |
| But I can’t, now I got status |
| I was in the papers |
| I was in the M.E.N and it was blatant |
| Seems like the whole thing came to bite me |
| There’s no way of saying this bit politely |
| I feel like quitting the game and making man’s body turn icy |
| But I don’t want to talk no more |
| I don’t want to talk no more |
| I don’t want to talk no more |
| I don’t want to talk no more |
| I don’t want to talk no more |
| Talk no more |