Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dead Leaves, artist - slowthai. Album song Nothing Great About Britain, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 16.05.2019
Record label: Method
Song language: English
Dead Leaves |
| Cut dem off |
| Most dem ones, can’t trust |
| Most dem ones wanna be someone |
| It’s funny what they do in the club |
| Sharin' hugs |
| «We're best friends,"no we’re not |
| Move your hand from my top |
| I’ll peck her in the joggers and I don’t even jog |
| Just a lover |
| Word to my mother |
| You’re just undercover |
| See you watching, quick, unfollow |
| Make my heart turn hollow |
| Won’t be here tomorrow |
| I’m like the sun, I rise up and then gone |
| Back here tomorrow |
| Clockwork Orange |
| I ain’t in the day of porridge |
| Don’t make me Chuck Norris |
| 'Cause I run my town but I’m nothin' like Boris |
| Tyrant for PM |
| 'Cause I’m active AM to PM |
| Drop-top on the BM |
| BM drop top when she see him |
| Guilt trip, no deal, we wan' pree him |
| Crime scene, can’t see me fleein' |
| Sold out shows, know I pack coliseum |
| Carpe diem, don’t just live on the weekend |
| Na books you can try fit T in |
| Locksmith, break the lock, no key ting |
| Annoying how your whip got keys |
| Slowthai might’ve been the one that key’d it |
| Dead leaves, cut 'em off |
| Can’t give me a chance as in Tour de France |
| Just bike to the stars, upgrade to a quart |
| You see, I felt pain, but that made me strong |
| Dead leaves, cut 'em off |
| Can’t give me a chance as in Tour de France |
| Just bike to the stars, upgrade to a quart |
| You see, I felt pain, but that made me strong |
| But the point is ready |
| Weston Favell JD ready |
| Was you born in a barn? |
| Close the door, it’s chilly |
| Next door screamin' bad |
| They got kids, but they don’t live with me |
| Replying ad libs a lot of badness |
| In an Audi, rush hour traffic |
| mascara lashes |
| Admit it 'cause you know it’s long |
| Too many lies, I don’t trust no one |
| Done walked through fires barefoot, no top |
| Yeah, the heat was fire but the buck don’t stop |
| Not a lot goin' on in North Hampton |
| Shawshank ting, need redemption |
| True say sellin' drugs, ain’t got a pension |
| Try repent my sins, but I’m not a reverend |
| Not a lot goin' on in Britain |
| Hot cross buns and a posh feelin |
| Yeah, I love tea, got a cup brewin |
| Why you commentatin' on how I do it? |
| Silence is loud, silence my movement |
| Silence dem, it’s about the movement |
| If you snakin' me, you will learn by force |
| Make myself snake boots and I walk my walk |
| Dead leaves, cut 'em off |
| Can’t give me a chance as in Tour de France |
| Just bike to the stars, upgrade to a quart |
| You see, I felt pain, but that made me strong |
| Dead leaves, cut 'em off |
| Can’t give me a chance as in Tour de France |
| Just bike to the stars, upgrade to a quart |
| You see, I felt pain, but that made me strong |