Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Home by 8, artist - DatkidDate of issue: 12.08.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Home by 8 |
| I take a breath of smoke, let it go |
| Then I take a second toke |
| Grab a pen and flow, get into aggressive mode |
| Pissed cause I can’t even step on road to wreck a show |
| Instead I’m home, with a tag around my leg alone |
| And yeah I know I was a twat |
| I was out stepping hotter with the coppers on my back |
| And then I got another tag and didn’t bother to try stopping it at that |
| Chose to go get arrested over cotching at my flat |
| And I bet those stinking pigs loved it when they raided me |
| Took off my door and saw that I was cultivating weed |
| Next day morning court making pleas |
| Whilst the papers painting me to be some crazy beast just to make some P |
| But I should have been holding it down instead of |
| Floating around with my boat in the clouds |
| Rolling through town smashed with a roach in my mouth |
| Marker glued to my palm writing over your house |
| Cause if you’re living as a sinner, then you pay the price |
| That’s just the way of life and fuck living it like you ain’t alive |
| So that’s why I’ll be home by 8 tonight |
| Cotching plotting with my grade alight |
| Waiting for the day I rise |
| Living as a sinner, so I paid the price |
| That’s just the way of life and fuck living it like I ain’t alive |
| So that’s why I’ll be home by 8 tonight |
| Cotching plotting with my grade alight |
| Waiting for the day I rise |
| See truthfully, the only thing I’m regretting is getting caught |
| I’d probably do it all again without a second thought |
| But next time I’ll make sure I don’t have to step in court |
| And get left with a ringing phone box on my bedroom floor |
| Yeah F the law, fuck the judges and magistrates |
| Fuck the prosecutors, fuck the journalists and the jakes |
| Them man are waste, trying to have me banged away to clap a wage |
| And now every time I walk the streets I acting prang and bait |
| And all they say is «I'm just doing my job» |
| But you chose to do your job, are you stupid or what? |
| You’re just a glorified snitch with a uniform on |
| To all the kiddies love to spit on when you move them along |
| And the reason I’ll hate every one of these pricks till I die |
| Is for the fact they’re trying to punish me for living my life |
| Fuck your authority, I’ll shit on your stripes |
| Then get home by 8, in time to scribble a rhyme and bring it alive |