Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Speaks, artist - Wiley.
Date of issue: 11.10.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Speaks |
When you’re not afraid it makes the system nervous |
Tried to say it nicely but they never heard us |
I only want the truth don’t bother trying to big-word us |
Or small print us because we’re some of the biggest earners |
See you tried to wind me up it was getting tekky |
I was watching Youtube, Remix to Keisha and Becky |
Even tried to trick me and go for the belly |
Yeah, now my face is all over the telly |
My spirit is no longer addicted to fake |
I need that real ting that’s all fish inside of a bake |
They think I lost it when I speak from my mind it’s my brain |
You don’t need no drugs if you’re the widest awake |
I don’t even want to be the one to say I told ya |
People think we’re the drinks and we’re the cup holder |
You think I give a fuck about a cancel culture |
You can’t take my culture then go on a cancel culture |
Vulture |
I’ve always been a music lover |
You can go and ask my dad, you can ask my brother |
I would have told the world that you had two brothers |
Until you fucked it up and showed your true colours |
I would never block another from doing his ting |
But I’ve seen people try their hardest to ruin this ting |
All my people worldwide hold your head high |
By any means necessary we will get by |
London city’s busy that’s why all the money’s here |
My whole career, I’ve been sitting on that money chair |
If you ain’t got the rent then life it isn’t funny here |
Trust me bro it’s always colder more than sunny here |
I like it outside my comfort zone, that risk money |
Keep us going strong we done it, roll we struck it lucky |
I’ve been spitting since the days of Riko and Bucky |
Now it’s Boasty, me and my brudda Mucky |
Time flies but I’m here for it, I want the smoke |
Nearly finished with the cars, then I want a boat |
Want the Sprite, want the vodka, I want the Coke |
They can’t handle shit, it’s pressure now they wanna ghost |
I do the most, your every week host |
Bust a Caribbean but I still bust a roast |
Let’s have a toast, drive around the coast |
2020 gotta pay me for a post |
My family got me anytime I need but I don’t really wanna ask them |
So I walk a lonely road wid it |
The hustle that’s my hobby yeah I’ve grown wid it |
And the newest hustles, get a loop and try some flows on it |
Flying out to my Rotterdam apartment |
When I’m writing lyrics bro, I think before I start 'em |
If I’m saying something they don’t like they take it to heart and |
I get it 'cause that’s part of the jargon it’s |
September I’m feeling like it’s a blessing |
Can’t speak to anyone, 'cause I don’t wanna stress 'em |
All I know is working, all I know is hours |
The Grime scene ain’t mine, the Grime scene is ours |
When I’m talking at this tempo |
You know I got it bagged up from the intro |
Like I was on my bike bussin' then endos |
I was trying to drop an album, everyone’s like when though? |
I was sitting there, waiting for my distro deal to end though |
'Cause I’ve been trying to move on |
Go somewhere else and try to get my groove on |
Hit 'em with thew new vibes, the new songs |
So many to choose from, never had snooze on |
Shout out to my dons at the bar, we have to booze on |
Shout out to my people who ain’t in love, better move on |
Go be yourself again |
Go focus on your people and your health again, wealth again |
2020 got me moving good, moving stealth again |