Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Church, artist - Carns Hill. Date of issue: 24.12.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Church |
| Jail time had me doing hella planning |
| Smoking amm, watching pure TV |
| Had me screaming out «Free Max Branning» |
| That’s spice and bits and draws |
| Packs of am and TECs on the landing |
| I gotta lick bones on a Sunday |
| I re-up at church, it’s madting sadting |
| Still I’ve gotta pray for my sins |
| I’ve done a lot of dirt but I’m innocent |
| Chilling with Streets on the wing |
| And he just got a 6 to 3 |
| Man I pray I don’t pay for the work I put in |
| SC got his case dismissed, I’m tryna be feeling like him |
| Just the other day I was locked up with Mental |
| Treating our cell like the gym |
| Thameside A with bare amnesia with Benny |
| Glove tryna buss my door, saying tone it down cause your cell too smelly |
| Let me roll this burn |
| Kick back, sip tea, watch telly |
| Skinny motherfucker, one day in the gym got me feeling hench already |
| I see a man so low, he’s tryna swap anything for a brekky |
| And the opps don’t leave their wing, hella funny man coming like Jim Carrey |
| Gang rich gang, tryna make a new plan, and I drink Hooch like Henney |
| I bang, rich gang, tryna make a new plan, and I drink Hooch like Henney |
| Free Mental |
| Our opp got got so they threw him in jail |
| Just the other day, we was whipping in the kettle |
| Bare Drizzy Drake in the cell |
| Two incense sticks get lit up, bare amnes' in the cell |
| Two incense sticks get lit up, bare amnes' in the cell |
| Jail time had me doing hella planning |
| Smoking amm, watching pure TV |
| Had me screaming out «Free Max Branning» |
| That’s spice and bits and draws |
| Packs of am and TECs on the landing |
| I gotta lick bones on a Sunday |
| I re-up at church, it’s madting sadting |
| Still I’ve gotta pray for my sins |
| I’ve done a lot of dirt but I’m innocent |
| Chilling with Streets on the wing |
| And he just got a 6 to 3 |
| Man I pray I don’t pay for the work I put in |
| SC got his case dismissed, I’m tryna be feeling like him |
| Just the other day I was locked up with Mental |
| Treating our cell like the gym |
| Stepped out on violence |
| I’ve got beef with neeks and Trident |
| See man run so we sound that drum |
| Bet he thought he was sliding |
| I gotta stay low from the siren |
| Cos I got that thing on me like I ain’t breaching my license |
| Bro go fiddle with the mash so much you think he was typing |
| Send P’s to the guys in jail tell them that there’s no point writing |
| Tryna stay low from the feds and they tryna bait out where I’m hiding |
| Pull up in a stolen truck, hear thunder see lightning |
| That shit’s exciting |
| The whole squad done obbo |
| Feds make squad feel famous wherever they see us they follow |
| They don’t really like how I’m living |
| Smoke niggas get money’s the obbo |
| Reload square after square, like I don’t know about obbo |
| Skid round tryna serve man a hollow |
| Jail time had me doing hella planning |
| Smoking amm, watching pure TV |
| Had me screaming out «Free Max Branning» |
| That’s spice and bits and draws |
| Packs of am and TECs on the landing |
| I gotta lick bones on a Sunday |
| I re-up at church, it’s madting sadting |
| Still I’ve gotta pray for my sins |
| I’ve done a lot of dirt but I’m innocent |
| Chilling with Streets on the wing |
| And he just got a 6 to 3 |
| Man I pray I don’t pay for the work I put in |
| SC got his case dismissed, I’m tryna be feeling like him |
| Just the other day I was locked up with Mental |
| Treating our cell like the gym |