Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I'm Back Again, artist - K Koke. Date of issue: 21.05.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
I'm Back Again |
| Alright, listen |
| Uh, alright |
| Look, look, look |
| Look busy from the start |
| Written in my heart |
| I stay busy, say nizzy, four fizzy, might spark |
| No nights arff |
| I’m grinding like I’m supposed to fam |
| Sliding from the sirens, trynna find us in their police van |
| Holding grams, trynna find the master plan |
| Talk dough and don’t phone, I won’t answer fam |
| I’m so road these labels can’t chance a man |
| I’m a no-go, the po-po are trying to shut him down |
| Fuck around, I can’t perform in my fucking town |
| It’s like they all unsure when I come around |
| Cos i’m that raw from the floors of the underground |
| And coke comes pure you can’t cut it down |
| I come from a place you won’t like to go |
| Judged by race, you might not make it home |
| Street from the gully of the gaza |
| Road come like sauna |
| These bad man you can’t come back pon the corner |
| I bleed, it must be the marijuana |
| If I see enemy, me raise the llama |
| Fuck it i’m back |
| You man are under attack |
| I want what’s mine and on my life |
| Man are running it back |
| I swallow pride, lost my mind like one of my hats |
| I’m from the dark side of London, used to running in flats |
| I’ve sold dark, white and onions, trynna rummage a stack |
| I’ve sent my own fucking aunt to go and pull in the cats |
| You say these roads ain’t cold, then you ain’t living it fam |
| I’m out here, strike a pose, take a picture with man |
| Round here is a no-go for opposite gangs |
| Feds know man and hope to cuffs on my hands |
| Check the slogan |
| Stay busy, hustle and bang |
| And fuck your program |
| Cos I ain’t really fucking with man |
| I come from a place you won’t like to go |
| Judged by race, you might not make it home |
| Street from the gully of the gaza |
| Road come like sauna |
| These bad man you can’t come back pon the corner |
| I bleed, it must be the marijuana |
| If I see enemy, me raise the llama |