Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Interior , by - JD. Reid. Release date: 27.07.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Interior |
| Rage in my mind, can’t climb out |
| Dog in the cage, been a slave for a while now |
| Living like Mowgli, had some oldie |
| Now I feel lonely |
| (Oscar #worldpeace): |
| Tiny to time out |
| If they ever knew the deep hole that we climbed out |
| Good youts would’ve never known how to find out |
| Mind out, goons on the job that’ll ride out |
| Tryna make us sell our tunes, gotta fly now |
| (slowthai): |
| I understand but can’t follow that |
| It gets me mad, I wanna jab them into Wonderland |
| Oscar, we can’t stop on job, hop, make dosh |
| Performin' prayers on the motherland |
| (Oscar #worldpeace): |
| Understand, gotta make M’s, not a couple grand |
| Fake niggas, I only see 'em like a hologram |
| Take time out from the shit, they’re tryna cover man |
| All this shit’s tryna bother man, and |
| (808INK): |
| I’ve got my best don |
| Swear they’re ready for the next one |
| Ayo Os', «Let me hit him with your Tech don» |
| A little bait but I’m nothin' to be flexed on, wait-wait |
| I’m on that if you flex wrong, bitch I’ve been |
| Peepin' and scorin' the best ones, sick I be |
| Clappin' and baggin' the next, oh shit |
| Sit it down boy, I’m 'bout to take legs off |
| To whip this shit, flick this pic |
| Wait there, I might slow it down for a bit |
| (slowthai): |
| Dismissive English kids |
| No change man, I climbed out the abyss |
| (Oscar #worldpeace): |
| Move instinctive and I’m in this bitch |
| Chains out but I’m rappin' like a Christmas gift |
| (808INK): |
| And I’ve been this lit |
| Man I burn out whips |
| , die quick, come we burn down spliffs |
| Hook (808INK): |
| Lookin' at interior |
| Starin' at exterior |
| Think they’re past inferior |
| Chew the pussy up, uh, terrier |
| Preachin', not a seminar |
| All got advice but when you get it dog |
| All I hear etcetera |
| Had to backhand like Federer |
| Uh, lookin' at the interior |
| Uh, starin' at the exterior |
| Uh, think they’re past inferior |
| Chew the pussy up, uh, terrier |
| Uh, preachin', not a seminar |
| All got advice but when you get it dog |
| Uh, all I hear is etcetera |
| Had to backhand like Federer |
| (Oscar #worldpeace): |
| Got my mind on the job |
| Feds got their hands on the cosh |
| Opps wanna take what I got |
| What’s the time on the clock? |
| I already am what they’re not |
| Tryna see me down in the rots |
| Say you’re down but you’re not |
| Got fam deep in a knot |
| Looking at me for a shot |
| Give me hate, give me love |
| But show me what’s mine |
| Talkin' bout dough |
| But you never wanna grind |
| (slowthai): |
| Job on my mind, I ain’t ever got time |
| Feds on my buzz, tryna watch me online |
| Pepper spray eyes, blue chat on cam |
| Walk down the street, you antagonise man |
| Fraternise, chat a bag of lies, coward-like |
| gettin' televised, never white eyes, too energised |
| Catcher in the Rye, bust your melon type |
| Buried in the woods, mother would be mortified |
| (Oscar #worldpeace): |
| Heart, bad to the linin' |
| You man are air like wind for the chime ting |
| take a likin' straight |
| Domino effect, I make it fall on the plate |
| With somethin', I got juice for the car |
| I’m too much, that’s |
| Straight thug, straight proof that I’m on |
| From 'Don to we’ll be bruisin' it up |
| (808INK): |
| Liccle man, yeah I run this shit |
| Watch me pull up in a 206 |
| No chain yet I still get chicks |
| No game but she still get whipped |
| Uh, she love my style |
| She love the way my bank account tips all over the gaffer |
| Uh, yeah she call me the gaffer |
| Uh, watch me squeeze and brash, uh |
| Hook (808INK): |
| Lookin' at interior |
| Starin' at exterior |
| Think they’re past inferior |
| Chew the pussy up, uh, terrier |
| Preachin', not a seminar |
| All got advice but when you get it dog |
| All I hear etcetera |
| Had to backhand like Federer |
| Uh, lookin' at the interior |
| Uh, starin' at the exterior |
| Uh, think they’re past inferior |
| Chew the pussy up, uh, terrier |
| Uh, preachin', not a seminar |
| All got advice but when you get it dog |
| Uh, all I hear is etcetera |
| Had to backhand like Federer |