Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Don't Look at Me, artist - DatkidDate of issue: 29.03.2017
Song language: English
Don't Look at Me |
| Yo, it’s Teeth Ledger I’m full time flossing it’s a breeze |
| Fly as a crowned eagle but the opposite and clean |
| Fresh garments man I got 'em all for free |
| Prohibited items stashed in the loose pockets of my jeans |
| Steady dodging the police, tryna keep it down as I roll stokes |
| With a swamp donkey on a lead, inconspicuous nah I ain’t sticking to your |
| syllabus |
| Crews rolling deep, couldn’t fit us in a mini bus |
| Infamous, people say it is when it isn’t us |
| Trying to get rid of us? |
| Ridiculous |
| Content meticulous, style limitless |
| Whole demeanour villainous, over step the mark G that’s silliness |
| Man I told you I was coming back |
| Fresh pair of 90's, eyes covered by the tie dye bucket hat |
| Even that I got a fresh cut an' that, shit |
| That’s prestige, you copy cats are just acting greez |
| Don’t look at me, unless you smell the sweg that I’m cooking G |
| And don’t bell me unless you’re buying or you’re booking me |
| Making up for the lost time that they took from me |
| Fly as a pig when you tell lies at home |
| You don’t look at me, unless you got the sweg that I’m cooking G |
| And don’t bell me unless you’re buying or you’re booking me |
| Making up for the lost time that they took from me |
| Fly as a pig but you tell lies at home |
| Don’t look at me, keep your green eyes to yourself |
| You’re so insecure round me that you hide from yourself |
| I was banged up, lacing shit to fly off the shelf |
| You in Goa walking bare foot, finding yourself |
| Hating on dis you just lied to yourself and that’s a poor trait |
| I paint pictures like a portrait, sniffing the shine off a warm plate |
| Party like every days my born day, that’s probably whats aggravating your hate |
| You see me and you taste disfavour |
| Ralphy windbreaker, rowdy behaviour |
| Still I got people saying that I’ll be the saviour |
| And me and Baileys Brown got the flavour |
| Yo it’s Chief Teeth, I stay grimey like East Street |
| And I speak speech that leaves rhymers like these neeks, de-ceased |
| With every code line that I re-lease |
| Shit I’m just after my peace |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Don’t look at me, unless you smell the sweg that I’m cooking G |
| And don’t bell me unless you’re buying or you’re booking me |
| Making up for the lost time that they took from me |
| Fly as a pig when you tell lies at home |
| You don’t look at me, unless you got the sweg that I’m cooking G |
| And don’t bell me unless you’re buying or you’re booking me |
| Making up for the lost time that they took from me |
| Fly as a pig but you tell lies at home |
| You don’t look at me |