| Raised in Midlands, don’t know the half of
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| Why you keep your move on like Narcos
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| True rich champion, trim at the barbers
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| Used to get a board-up pack for a star
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| Out of order, every bathroom
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| Weighing up scores, got half for a bastard
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| Pints and peanuts the life I chose
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| Mice and his cheese, between foes and cones
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| One-fifty for a ninety-nine cone
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| Where’s my change? |
| Got changed on the road
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| Pop goes the weasel, gripping on your throat
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| Power like Lethal just curry goat
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| emotion, bare pussy
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| Couldn’t believe what I see and I just see a pussy
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| Couldn’t try it with T 'cause T ain’t a pussy
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| You slang B like a BB bullet
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| I was with Lloyd, unemployed, nonprofit
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| I was with Bows, selling O’s out a cottage
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| Cream get the money then the cream got clotted
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| Had to leave Lings 'cause Lings was a
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| Deal with the drought, I’ll check into Norwich
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| Farmers are coming, I link with the Brummies
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| Anorak, so I got no worries
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| Fingers in the air for my brothers on porridge
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| Apply the pressure like Uncle Bully
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| Just like you, fam, I used to get bullied
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| 'Til I dragged them down by their hoodie
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| Kicking and screaming like, «Go get your mummy»
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| Thought I was bummy, had to get money
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| Entrepreneurs sell wraps to a mummy
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| Always had a laugh when nothing wasn’t funny
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| Hop out the thugs like my name’s Bugs Bunny
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| Growing up too fast
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| Nothing don’t last
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| And you can’t move forward
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| If you’re stuck in the past
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| Growing up too fast
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| Nothing don’t last
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| Said we can’t move forward
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| If we’re stuck in the past
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| Raised in Small Heath like Tommy Shelby
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| Past my south blood, nobody helped me
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| Chicken and chips every day ain’t healthy
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| Ain’t had it hard if your mum and dad’s wealthy
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| Back then fiends might ask for a fix
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| Right now it’s fans asking for a selfie
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| There I got a voice in my head and it tells me
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| To give a man a smile on his face from Chelsea
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| I used to buy a cheese, that was four one fours
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| Now I get the weed out when I’m on tours
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| Used to be fist fights, now they want swords
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| Volley a man’s head with my rapports
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| to find baseball bats
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| Tell a officer I brought man the wrong sports
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| Don’t make 'em like me no more bredrins
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| Dem man are playing and I’m like concourse
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| Can’t get a ten deck so I get twenty
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| Tryna make the whole country smoke plenty
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| Can’t tell a badman there’s no entry
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| Bang, bang, bang 'til the whole place empty
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| Still thank God every day I can emcee
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| Just so nothing on the roads don’t tempt me
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| I ain’t met no one who lived to a century
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| I think smoking’s fucked up my memory
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| Growing up too fast
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| Nothing don’t last
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| And you can’t move forward
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| If you’re stuck in the past
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| Growing up too fast
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| Nothing don’t last
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| Said we can’t move forward
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| If we’re stuck in the past
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| You looked up to me, you see
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| So why waste your life tryna grow up when you can enjoy every moment
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| You know what I’m saying?
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| Don’t get old
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| Be bold
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| Don’t get told
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| Be bold
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| Raised in Britain, no you isn’t
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| Soft like kitten, I’m tough like Simmon
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| Kitchen sieving
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| Billy and Knotts and nothing ain’t sitting right
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| Raised in Britain, no you isn’t
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| Soft like kitten, I’m tough like Simmon
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| Kitchen sieving
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| Billy and Knotts and nothing ain’t sitting right |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Grow Up , by - slowthai. Song from the album Nothing Great About Britain, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп