Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Heart Attack , by - Dave. Release date: 21.07.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Heart Attack , by - Dave. 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 |
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