Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song NO CD, artist - Loyle Carner.
Date of issue: 19.01.2017
Song language: English
NO CD |
Ay, ay, oh please, we ain’t got no P’s |
Because we spent all our money on some old CDs |
It’s like, oh please, we ain’t got no P’s |
Because we spent all our money on some old CDs |
We’re sayin', oh please, we ain’t got no P’s |
Because we spent all our money on some old CDs |
We got some old Jay-Zs, couple ODBs |
Place 'em up in perfect order 'cause my OCD won’t let me keep it |
I never speak it, keep it a secret |
It’d be peak if any geezer would hear it and then repeat it |
So we keep it, keep it out of reach of all the eejits |
If you need it, best believe it, you won’t see it |
Locked up in my room, deep cocoon, like you’re digging in crates |
Already done with your digging, so your digging is bait |
Keeping it straight, buzzing 'til late, sample the greats |
Then we move onto the groove, grabbing that sample at eight |
Seconds, loop beckons, smooth like new weapons |
If I do step it, it’s new repping with true brethrens |
Ruth, Lou’s getting too loose, look who’s crepping all |
Tunes through Jimi to Zeppelin, now who reckons |
You knew you’re rocking with a master of this |
Manoeuvre blasts fast 'cause we’re hard to resist |
Blitz like it was vital, recited my recital |
One back in the snapple, the snap, the crackle of the vinyl |
Sweet onto repeat, Chris is chopping a beat |
Flipping these verses like the burgers on the grill at Bodean’s |
We keep it mean, pristine, cleaner than clean |
Harbour these harmonies like we’re speaking to Jean, it’s like |
Oh please, we ain’t got no P’s |
Because we spent all our money on some old CDs |
It’s like, oh please, we ain’t got no P’s |
Because we spent all our money on some old CDs |
We’re sayin', oh please, we ain’t got no P’s |
Because we spent all our money on some old CDs |
We got some old Jay-Zs, couple ODBs |
Place 'em up in perfect order 'cause my OCD won’t let me |
‘Cause this the rap, he brings the pads to the lab |
The lab is my pad, we’re using every session to jam |
Working on my revolutionary revenue plan |
But currently without the green, like a recession in 'Dam |
So we scribble on the daily, making beats for 'em |
Create ancient plastic discs and playlists |
That your parents used to play with |
Quick and very painless |
Stumbled onto rap, always been sick, my very name is |
Now I’m quick to leave you brainless |
You anus, you ignoramus, just let me say this |
Not the greatest, but gimme space, kid, I’m set to make it |
So basically, we’re bringing it back to basics |
Rocking hi-hats and big kicks that are the latest trend |
It’s a statement, but when you put this fashion aside |
This rap music is a passion of mine, lifeline |
'Cause I designed the illest rhymes, chillin', time keeps tickin' |
But I’m high, keep spittin' and flippin' rhythms to vibe, like |
Oh please, we ain’t got no P’s |
Because we spent all our money on some old CDs |
It’s like, oh please, we ain’t got no P’s |
Because we spent all our money on some old CDs |
We’re sayin', oh please, we ain’t got no P’s |
Because we spent all our money on some old CDs |
We got some old Jay-Zs, couple ODBs |
Place 'em up in perfect order 'cause my OCD won’t let me |
It’s like sixteen bars in sixteen minutes, I kill it |
Extinguish all the fire from the liars and the gimmicks |
Losing spirit, bredders putting cheddar over lyrics |
Then diminish any vision when they clear it |
I hear it, it’s happening, moving like they’re mannequins |
Dressed by other brothers |
Hiding under covers with mothers be panicking |
Rambling, gassing like they’re Anakin |
But red and blue lights are out of sight |
On the mic, stop damaging your honour and your pride |
I, goner from the side |
Never dippin' from the rhythm, flow specific when I rhyme |
Sometime tell the flack and back, a slap |
To any crackerjack who be slacking his mac |
I’m on the track and in my prime |
Ease your mind if ya hold it, time if you chose it |
Keep your spine straighter then a blind homophobic |
Ease your mind if you hold it, your time if you chose it |
And keep your spine straight tonight (‘night ‘night) |
Oh please, we ain’t got no P’s |
Because we spent all our money on some old CDs |
It’s like, oh please, we ain’t got no P’s |
Because we spent all our money on some old CDs |
We’re sayin', oh please, we ain’t got no P’s |
Because we spent all our money on some old CDs |
We got some old Jay-Zs, couple ODBs |
Place 'em up in perfect order 'cause my OCD |
It’s like, oh please, we ain’t got no P’s |
Because we spent all our money on some old CDs |
It’s like, oh please, we ain’t got no P’s |
Because we spent all our money on some old CDs |
It’s like, oh please, we ain’t got no P’s |
Because we spent all our money on some old CDs |
Got some old Jay-Zs, couple ODBs |
Place 'em up in perfect order 'cause my OCD won’t let me keep it |