Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song NO CD , by - Loyle Carner. Release date: 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 |