Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Separation, artist - Bugzy Malone. Album song B. Inspired, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 16.08.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Warner
Song language: English
Separation |
| Separation’s mad, cos we don’t even talk no more you don’t even cross my mind |
| Really that’s sad cos I was on the bedroom floor waiting for the PS3 pad |
| I remember the smell, you was trying to make man blaze |
| Them times I was way too young |
| Nobody could tell, but deep down I was just following you like you was the one |
| You remember the creps? |
| 110s we used to call them, yours were the baddest on |
| road |
| Them days were the best, free as a bird pedalling from postcode to postcode |
| Reaching speeds on a Mongoose Pro playing grime beats on a stolen phone |
| I remember the Samsung D500 with the little speaker on it was cold |
| 20 man deep, bear different emcee names, everybody had bars |
| Do you remember the Toyota Corolla, bear different stolen cars |
| Even the dog’s nickname was Bullet, because it was leaving holes in necks |
| And you got hench and had man feeling weak Samson with no dreads |
| We don’t talk no more but that’s fine |
| Please tell your mum I said hi |
| Them days are gone and they’re never gonna come back |
| We’re older now and that’s life |
| No disrespect, back then you was on top and it felt like you was the guy |
| Separation’s mad and time flies cos now you’re institutionalised |
| I remember living crazy |
| I remember we were ride or die |
| Just one minute we were wavy |
| Now separation’s got me living like |
| I remember living crazy |
| I remember we were ride or die |
| Just one minute we were wavy |
| Now separation’s got me living like |
| It’s mad how time can fly |
| Separation’s mad cos we don’t even chill no more |
| I don’t even ring your line I was with you in the trap |
| I couldn’t believe my eyes when I seen your hustle and grind |
| Back then you was wham, what are you about 6'2″ |
| You made man feel so small |
| Back then the Nokia never stopped ringing it was like phone call after phone |
| call |
| 18 ounces in the holdall, to me it was full of dust |
| I would watch you cook until it turned into a golf ball |
| Then you’d break it up into little rocks and we’d hit the road until dawn |
| Still don’t know how we never got caught |
| I thought we wore the balli to stay warm |
| But when I look back you was just on form |
| that was the flex |
| Over the road for chicken and chips |
| And you had some of the waviest old school Nike jackets I’d ever seen in the |
| bits |
| You kept elastic bands on your wrist |
| And you told me to keep stacks in thousands |
| I remember the night that we kept counting and we must have stopped at about 26 |
| And the time that we dug up the ting and you wanted me to let it bang and it |
| jammed |
| When I look back, the ting was rusty and it probably could have blown off man’s |
| hand |
| We don’t talk much now and it’s strange |
| I hope your mum’s okay |
| Separations mad and it’s all change |
| No disrespect but you’re not the same |
| I remember living crazy |
| I remember we were ride or die |
| Just one minute we were wavy |
| Now separation’s got me living like |
| I remember living crazy |
| I remember we were ride or die |
| Just one minute we were wavy |
| Now separation’s got me living like |
| It’s mad how time can fly |
| It’s mad how time can fly |
| It’s mad how time can fly |
| It’s mad how time can fly |