Lyrics Sugar & Salt - Izzie Gibbs

Sugar & Salt

They ain’t a threat, they a … at most
If they was worth shit they would’ve been cloned
Upset, looking like sugar & salt
So many dickheads think they’re ghost
I’m a sick-head a skinhead bald
I’ve been in pain since I was a soul
No difference now except I’m grown
Thugs need love so she gives me throat
Bust, bill it, smoke
Cali', or both
My mouth was never washed out with soap
They don’t grow, they gloat
So suck yourself until you choke
Par and jokes when there ain’t no joke
Coming up from dirt
Life’s fucking absurd
Stuck on that kerb
Mum is ill and it adds to the hurt
And dying had a man worse
Seeing my akh' in a hearse
Am I actually cursed
Or naturally versed?
Forget passion, torch is the reason the torch still burns
I can’t lie I miss getting a call from
Every thought of you, I’m forced to cry
We used to ramp on street, do naughty crimes
Times in Thorplands before the hype
All them stripes that I won’t glorify
Understand there’s more to life
I need my by 45
Before them would be nice
Said you’re my friend but you don’t support the grind
Wanna be a boss?
You can’t afford the price
Yeah they’re on but they don’t sauce it right
The plans I have will leave them all surprised
She got on hands and knees and caught the pipe
Watch the water fly, make her call for Christ
Gibbs is big business
Swing with Iz, instant wig lift
To think it’s slim, what’s this thinking?
I’m the distinguished gifting linguistics
And the demons have stopped whispering
'Cause I pray like he’s not listening
You’re a top boy till your spot’s missing
Pot pissed in, got the higher power on God’s bring-in
getting out is hours in parliament
It’s hard for us
But it’s calm, I harness the heart of Spartacus
It’s my armament
Young but father dem, no arguments
When I’m in the room, they’re ornaments
Surpass 'cause I’m marvellous
Dead rappers
So lowe all the chat
I can tell your whole block went a rack for a rack
But I won’t put your moist snitch boys