Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Deep Blues, artist - Kano. Date of issue: 03.03.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Deep Blues |
| Now we’re fucking rapping for fashion |
| More infatuated with Ferraris and Astons |
| I’m not Martin, but crown me the king of just blacking |
| Out on this disc of plastic |
| But hidden in these flows is undeniable passion |
| Never worked a day in my life, all I know is rap |
| Life’s had bigger submissions but I won’t tap |
| The people’s done with the fiction, now they want fact |
| Go underground, but mind the gap |
| Trap, trap, trap, now everybody’s trapping |
| And it sounds like trap, trap, trap, trap, trap |
| 'Bout that life, but are you really 'bout it |
| When them white rocks steal your uncle |
| And they just won’t give him back? |
| Ain’t seen ever, just come out of prison |
| I just hope that he ain’t using but the truth will beg to differ |
| Life can get really, really real |
| Life can get really, really real |
| Deep, deep blues |
| Deep, deep blues |
| Deep, deep blues |
| Deep, deep blues |
| Very bad news, just found out that my bredrin’s mum’s got cancer |
| While I’m online looking at back shots of the week |
| Soph’s mum’s ill, might need an operation |
| And I’m online looking at Rolexes, it’s not that time |
| Billy lost a baby, that shit fucking pains me |
| And all I lost’s a gram, popping bottles and a day’s sleep |
| Nanan’s husband died, such is life |
| But white rum, nine night |
| Money, money, money, that’s what the yout man worship |
| It’s the devil and he’s working… hard |
| But karma is a mother, and you can’t keep dodging bullets |
| Lesson learned, suggest you take it and… run |
| Cause when you’re sitting in a cell, just had an altercation |
| And the victim’s in a coma, if he dies, we’re going jail |
| Life just got really, really real |
| Life just got so fucking real |
| Deep, deep blues |
| Deep, deep blues |
| Deep, deep blues (Life just got so fucking real) |
| Deep, deep blues |
| Alarm snoozed, I’m in a melancholic mood |
| Last night, we boozed |
| How am I spending them pinkies and got the blues? |
| When I’m not hard labouring by eating fruits |
| Why don’t I celebrate wins but hate to lose? |
| Glass half empty even though it’s rosé Krug |
| And when the shoe’s on the other foot |
| They’ll say at least they’re spanking new |
| So without a bruise, you won’t see the pain I’m going through |
| Sometimes, I feel like every day it’s Monday blues |