| The day that I met, like the day Tom met Jerry
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| Only out of his hole for the cheddar
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| Whether he knows if the coast is steady
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| Ready, one eye on the road like Fetty
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| First encounter, dumb, was a yout
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| While under pursuit, he was only eleven
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| Like gettin' me, stole with his bredrin
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| They asked him his name and he told them «It's Kevin»
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| Wide eyed copper, most likely his wifey divorce
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| No more than a fortnight on the thoughts
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| Yeah, I’m glad young grandad had a life of the law
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| But he saw somethin' about Kevin
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| He saw a cold look in his eyes, while bookin' this guy
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| Like why I ain’t tellin'
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| In his mind he indicted a fellon
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| Every day is like hide and seek
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| If I lock down two in the mornin'
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| Tell me by night why I see three
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| Dottin', I’m crossin' the I’s and T’s
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| I know you couldn’t hide from me more
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| Sold your lives and it’s fine by me
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| If you do time for the rest of your life, know it’s fine by me
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| Same game, play hide and seek
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| If I just shot two packs on the sides
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| Someone told me why all the eyes on me
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| True said, got the nine of me
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| If you lot wastin' your time tryna find me, it’s fine by me
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| And if you lot end up losin' your lives, then it’s fine by me
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| It’s fine, it’s fine, I said times went flyin' by
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| Little old Kevin just turned twenty-one
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| But the same old trouble’s been wrapped behind
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| So preoccupied with grind and hustle
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| Fight and tussle
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| A very thin line from a night of cuddle
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| To stuck in the chunk with knife and shuffle
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| So why they puzzled? |
| It’s all routine
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| They clocked 'bout shuttin', they called police
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| Ain’t no jail and the feds all sweep
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| The pain don’t kill, we just get more fiends
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| We play our roles, like them boys play theirs
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| But don’t play fair, like «Oh, say swear»
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| In holding cell tryna hold in fair
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| I scream «Fuck you» and I hope they hear
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| Every day is like hide and seek
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| If I lock down two in the mornin'
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| Tell me by night why I see three
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| Dottin', I’m crossin' the I’s and T’s
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| I know you couldn’t hide from me more
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| Sold your lives and it’s fine by me
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| If you do time for the rest of your life, know it’s fine by me
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| Same game, play hide and seek
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| If I just shot two packs on the sides
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| Someone told me why all the eyes on me
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| True said, got the nine of me
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| If you lot wastin' your time tryna find me, it’s fine by me
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| And if you lot end up losin' your lives, then it’s fine by me
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| Ridin' around tryna see who’s it
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| Who’s up, who’s lit
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| Three man up in an unmarked whip
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| If I count to ten, watch 'em duck and dip
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| Skrrt, crash, step out the vehicle
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| What the fuck are you here for?
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| Arm of the law tell 'em all «Be careful»
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| Anybody moves then his arm goes airborne
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| With his arms in the air, Kev got out the car with his bread
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| But left somethin' shiny and sharp in the chair
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| Rah, you could tell he’s sweatin'
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| The fed looked deep in his eyes
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| Like he recognized from the first encounter
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| That stop and search was the first in hours
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| We hid well, but the urges found us
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| Every day is like hide and seek
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| If I lock down two in the mornin'
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| Tell me by night why I see three
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| Dottin', I’m crossin' the I’s and T’s
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| I know you couldn’t hide from me more
|
| Sold your lives and it’s fine by me
|
| If you do time for the rest of your life, know it’s fine by me
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| Same game, play hide and seek
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| If I just shot two packs on the sides
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| Someone told me why all the eyes on me
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| True said, got the nine of me
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| If you lot wastin' your time tryna find me, it’s fine by me
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| And if you lot end up losin' your lives, then it’s fine by me
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| Every day is like hide and seek
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| If I lock down two in the mornin'
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| Tell me by night why I see three
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| Dottin', I’m crossin' the I’s and T’s
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| I know you couldn’t hide from me more
|
| Sold your lives and it’s fine by me
|
| If you do time for the rest of your life, know it’s fine by me
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| Same game, play hide and seek
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| If I just shot two packs on the sides
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| Someone told me why all the eyes on me
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| True said, got the nine of me
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| If you lot wastin' your time tryna find me, it’s fine by me
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| And if you lot end up losin' your lives, then it’s fine by me |