Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Heart Attack, artist - Dave.
Date of issue: 21.07.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Heart Attack |
Knife crimes is near a record high |
With more than forty blade offenses every day in London |
At a youth club in South London not far from where someone was stabbed less |
that twenty-four hours ago |
The outline to direct link between violent crimes, social exclusion and |
austerity |
A study by City Hall found that London has seen an increase in 71% in victims |
of serious youth violence since 2012 |
The Mayor says this is linked to an increase in poverty |
And the highest rates of violence take place in some of the poorest boroughs |
Look, I bet them boys think I’m panickin' |
Check what my young Gs are carrying |
His blade same length as a javelin |
I don’t know about B-ball or what’s happenin' |
But know that it’s fucked if he travellin' and we see him |
I can’t lie, I was depressed at phases |
I was nineteen when the team nearly left him faceless |
Hopin' that we never left no traces |
You know when you’re so damn tired in your house |
But you can’t sleep 'cause you got pendin' cases |
I used to love temptin' fate, but now it’s temptin' faces |
For half my career I was part of that |
My best friend got a burner, and it’s lookin' like an artifact |
Put it in your puffer or your Prada hat |
Like fuck panic, that’s a heart attack |
Yeah, it’s like, life so fucked in the time that we’re in |
We’re fightin' the world, and we’re fightin' within |
Somali dad ran away from a war |
Now his son’s in a war, that’s the cycle we’re in |
I know niggas that didn’t do time in a bin |
That have never had freedom of mind, are you sick? |
'Round here main way to provide for your kin |
Is in a flick blade, little push bike and a sim |
In London a place where it’s nicer to live |
Is only five minutes out from the guys on the strip |
Where man make yay' work, heard he’s a soldier |
I know that nigga hasn’t got balls like Grey Worm |
As I grow older, change of perspective |
I gotta stay loyal to my girl, that’s the trait she was blessed with |
Restaurants, raves with my bredrins |
Life’s too short, so we gotta turn up |
Man talk on my ting for the 'Gram, it’s intrusive |
I never really thought 'bout taking a life |
'Til I found out my ex-girl's dad is abusive |
I felt «How could I be man and not do shit?» |
I’m on the way there now, and I don’t wanna lose it |
But fightin' her battle’s only hurtin' the girl |
How can I protect her from the world |
When I couldn’t even protect her from myself? |
On my grandmother’s grave, shit happens again |
I put a knife through a family friend |
Most the women that I know had shit happen to them |
So innocent 'til guilty, ain’t somethin' I have to respect |
I think back to my youth and I was so ungrateful |
How many of our parents had dreams they abandoned so they could put food on the |
table? |
Intelligent, worthy and able, that’s somebody’s parent |
You know? |
And that affected the way that I see shit |
Night club toilet, you peed on the seat |
'Cause you don’t know how it feels when your mom’s gotta clean shit |
And her boss treats her like she don’t even mean shit |
And she gotta wait for the bus in the rain and it’s freezin' |
And Mrs. said that you would never be shit |
And you don’t wanna cry about dad, but you need him |
I grew up so fucked, but I didn’t even deep it |
I’m numb to the feelin' of grievin' |
And man gettin' birded |
African moms on the floor, just screamin' |
It’s mad cah I try so hard |
Death’s got to be easy, 'cah life’s so hard |
I was twelve wishin' that I was a white man, hard |
Cah if I was then they probably wouldn’t life mans darg |
I was dead broke, fam, I couldn’t swipe mans card |
And time might pass, but I still gotta stay with it |
It wasn’t his beef, but I see him try claimin' it |
That’s why he caught a bullet with another man’s name on it |
Now he can’t do leg day or put strain on it |
Every time you hear me freestyle, I put pain in it |
I used to wonder «Does God have favorites?» |
Touch me, it’s dangerous, I wouldn’t play with it |
'Cause you can go sleep, and have a different type of wake for it |
I miss my dawgs, unstable |
You violate Chris? |
Then rah, turn Chris Benoit |
Have him hit from far, nah |
Fill 'em up with bricks and glass, nah |
My young Gs will grip, then blast |
Have you tried in the street? |
Fuck findin' my feet |
I could ride, but it’s better when I’m ridin a beat |
My emotions are peak, it ain’t a sign of defeat or the weak |
I would’ve **** you, then cried in my sleep |
Dropped just two racks and told them «Buy the machine» |
I’m LeBron in Miami, I provide for the heat |
God strike me if I’m lyin', I ain’t cryin' in this beef |
Unless the tears comin' tatted on the side of my cheek |
I provide for my peeps, the Lamb' white in the seats |
So I’m literally a wolf disguised in a sheep |
You have five figure dreams, I have five figure sleep |
Five hours more than enough time that I need |
Man want a fair fight, but I ain’t on it when I see him |
Fuck honour, this revolver is onomatopoeic |
Let it «Stut-tut-tut-tut-tut-tut-ter» when you see him |
Free Scalez, Free C and free my niggas 'til I see 'em |
I wouldn’t wanna be him |
My old Gs roamin', I don’t need a coliseum |
You see it? |
So I’m playin' it good, let hood politics stay in the hood |
Fuck the internet, you see this new generation |
The Insta beef and I ain’t into speakin' |
When I duck down |
I had him runnin' in a lift like he missed a meetin' |
There’s no good reason to risk your freedom |
The yutes dem snitch and bitches sneakin' |
She don’t wanna talk 'bout friendships |
She just wanna deal with the pipe like I’m fixin' leakin' |
And sleep with a legend like Chrissy Teigen |
Where I’m from the word «Life» has a different meanin' |
Man smile in your face, but them niggas schemin' |
Try involve me in a flakey dealin' |
Sistine Chapel, I’ma paint the ceilin' |
I been violated and I hate the feelin' |
That’s why nowadays man hates the preachin' |
We smile in the visit, 'cause we ain’t defeated |
The Supreme Court’s where my mates appealin' |
I can’t breed that girl, that’s torture |
South London, it’s just slags on the corner |
And influencers tryna bag them a baller |
She a gold-digger, I can tell from her aura |
Her socials say princess, she a pauper |
When it’s time for it, need more for my daughter |
Call me a talker, but man are gettin' lined like lambs in the slaughter |
It’s life-threatening and I can tell from the borer |
Cut through a nigga like a knife though flora |
Feds got the guys on a case and they stalk us |
It’s conspiracy like tinfoil hats and a new world order |
Touch me, better have a life insurer |
Blood thirsty, I got sharks in the water |
And trust me, I know a killer whale, no orca |
Have you ever seen a nightmare brought to life? |
Where I’m from, you get cheffed on a normal night |
Men talk on my name, but it’s porkie pies |
I really put it in a prick like a porcupine |
Little bro wanna save for a .45 |
Go board a flight, there’s more to life |
Yutes on the M6 all the time |
We don’t need TFL for a northern line |
All the best politicians been taught to lie |
Where do they buy cocaine when they’re snorting white? |
Are their dealers safe or on the borderline? |
It’s ironic, 'cause we don’t where to draw the line |
Man see Blue Story, they’re mortified |
Man see Scarface and it’s glorified |
'Cause when you’re black, everything gets scrutinized |
That’s why they call it «Urban», it gets euphemized |
South London, man are gettin' euthanized |
I see a yutes demise, I wasn’t too surprise |
He got soaked but his right hand scuba dived |
Don’t die by a sword that you used to shine |
You can drown for your king, you don’t know about Ophelia |
Cah we got iron, I don’t know about anaemia |
I took the hard road, we don’t know 'bout the easier |
One bag of whores and drug paraphernalia |
When ends got sticky, had a flicky with Emelia, I mean Olivia |
This ain’t Libya, this ain’t Syria |
You act sillier, we let it seep in your skin like Nivea |
Who wants to be a millionaire? |
I won it |
Never done a gameshow or trivia |
I done Wandsworth, Erlestoke visitor |
I done Springhill, Grendon, Swinfen, Whitemoor, Swaleside, Brixton visitor |
I done M-way trips, done shit that I wished I never did |
Becah I could have been a prisoner |
Is this the shit that appeals to the listeners? |
Road ain’t no amazing life |
The ends full of snakes and jails, just a waste of time |
I tell my young Gs «Take your time» |
Fuck Jazz, you can really see a major nine |
Yo, I’m so ashamed of how I used to get figures |
Man sell you a dream like the road tings lit |
And then they leave out the parts where you’re burying your niggas |
Or in jail, wonderin' who’s puttin' dick in your Mrs |
I’m so fuckin' determined |
I was in intensive care when I was born, mommy fell down the stairs |
Whether I was gonna live or not was somethin' uncertain |
I used the word «Fell», with the commas inverted |
You see, growin' up I had it far from perfect |
But nobody did, so I’m a normal person |
I gotta be grateful, we all have demons and all see angels |
Or maybe it’s me |
A black yutes more than a face on a screen |
A number on a laptop or name on a sheet |
We got stories to tell and got places to be |
From my heart, that’s the makin' of me |
I was really about to lose |
I sat on my hands |
I struggled 'cause I didn’t want to suffer again |
I just wanted, didn’t wanna make my son upset |
I went to |
I tried so much, we have no strength |
I was in detention counsel for months, I didn’t give up |
I was not even twenty when I left Africa |
I was determined to survive |
I was determined to survive |
I didn’t have anybody, nobody was ready to help me |
You was six weeks old, this is when we left from Africa |
I was on the streets for three years |
Nobody let me eat, nobody in this nation |
I couldn’t pay my rent, gettin' deported |
I didn’t give up, I carried on everywhere |