Lyrics Ez - Jords

Ez

When I come home I always bring wonderful gifts
I only go ghost so you can have something to miss
I look in the post, couple jumpers and shit
Made a lot of money from this.
but not enough money off this
I only want comfortable things
Uber driver driving 106
It’s do or die and now I gotta dig
It’s fall or fly and I’m growing some wings
I can’t roll up the ganjas
Still roll with the rastas
BBQ sauce with the flow now
Please don’t put pork in my pasta
I just came up off my own sound
You just chat shit in your adlibs
Please go record, write a flow down
1 scene, too many actors
Still the nigga still the man
Still gwarning wicked and bad
She’s kinda thick in the waist
But just a 6 in the face, I might just hit from the back
Still the brother still the boy
Treat the game like it’s a toy
All the others are annoyed
Blah blah blah, I’m ignoring all of your noise
My ting, looking, Ri-Ri
The man, in my, city
Making, it look, E-Z
Oh man, it’s so, E-Z
My ting, looking, Ri-Ri
The man, in my, city
Making, it look, E-Z
When I come home I always bring wonderful gifts
I only go ghost so you can have something to miss
I look in the post, couple jumpers and shit
Made a lot of money from this.
but not enough money off this
Still gwarning wicked and bad, still gwarning wicked and boassy
The gyaldem call me sexy, the gyaldem call you broski
On the pitch I’m like Messi, on the court I’m like Kobe
But I see the paint on them Loubs, I hear the tick on that rolly
Drink a couple beers in Germany
Walk in rooms where they’ve all heard of me
Speak the truth out of courtesy
Leave the booth like a murder scene
No yutes now I jimmy up
But I’ll son you for a pick me up
You can start it ima finish up
You got a couple months to live it up
Got a lot of hats but now they’re asking for packers one
I’m just backstage with some Cheetos and Capri sun
Plotting, plotting, plotting, must be so frustrating
Just cause I’m not in the conversation, doesn’t mean that I’m not in the
conversation
My ting, looking, Ri-Ri
The man, in my, city
Making, it look, E-Z
Oh man, it’s so, E-Z
My ting, looking, Ri-Ri
The man, in my, city
Making, it look, E-Z
I would feel the pressure, if I made the effort
I could go forever, if time weren’t of the essence
But yeah, yeah, I’ve been feeling jaded, crowds in amazement
Making songs in minor keys, still don’t chat to majors, please
Still up on the playlists, people getting at me
Still up on the tour bus, phone ain’t got no battery
Kinda miss my sister, feel like we’ve been drifting
But I’ve been on a mission, patience and persistence
This is the life of an introvert, yeah, see the story live and learn, yeah
People fade bridges burn, yeah, c’est la vie I wish it weren’t, yeah
But on the road and off the road I’m real, laying low, saying no to deals
Rather pay my debts than pay my dues, call my phone up asking «where are you?»
Take away my wife or take my pride
Only way a black man can bruise
Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder
Only way that I can make the news
Bro said there’s pressure on my back
Either take the praise or take the flack
Tell my story say it on a track
When I make it out don’t come back