Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Open Conversation & Mark Duggan, artist - Wretch 32. Date of issue: 17.11.2016
Song language: English
Open Conversation & Mark Duggan |
| Grown on me |
| Can’t sing but I wrote you a song, that’s grown on me |
| And my treasures have grown on me |
| Aware of the responsibilities, grown on me |
| And when I wear a suit and tie, it looks grown on me |
| I ain’t changed, I’m just a new old me |
| Or did you know me? |
| Grown on me |
| (Music so gorgeous, got you feeling flawless) |
| (Music so gorgeous, got you feeling flawless) |
| (Mu-mu-music so gorgeous, got you feeling flawless) |
| (Music so gorgeous, got you feeling flawless) |
| (Music so gorgeous, got-got you feeling flawless) |
| Uh, I grew up on Eternal, I’m tryna be the same |
| Ever seen a flame in the rain? |
| No? |
| Then you’ve never seen Jermaine |
| In his white-gold chain back in the day, just give me space |
| Yeah |
| Though I might have took a Galaxy |
| I never had a pound |
| Couldn’t afford a Ford so I had to run around |
| What the fuck’s an allergy? |
| All my niggas nuts |
| We weren’t allowed in the youth club |
| Before we hit the clubs |
| They said enough was enough |
| So we had to give 'em more |
| When you see sides, I just wanna know you’re sure |
| Are you sure? |
| Or do you sympathise? |
| You grew up on Kinder Surprise |
| I had licks and rice and had to drink my pride |
| One-on-one since six or five |
| Lost my marbles, looking down the drain |
| Tryna find 'em, I couldn’t find 'em |
| (Look a little closer to home, you might find 'em) |
| I might find 'em? |
| Fuck that, I’ve got my skateboard |
| I’ve got my rucksack, I’ve got my 8 balls |
| I’ve got two sticks and I ain’t playing pool |
| I know who’s who, I’m from the same school |
| And it’s hard knocks, where it makes you |
| Or it breaks you, I didn’t snap in half |
| I just snapped in class |
| It’s a miracle I didn’t catch that charge |
| Ain’t got time to waste |
| Night time, that’s like my time of day |
| When you’re 32 shade of grey |
| In this concrete jungle, you’ve gotta pave a way |
| Just don’t let 'em take your Jane |
| (Can't take you, baby) |
| I start playing Jason when they get adjacent |
| You know how that movie goes |
| Click-clack, bang-bang, on my phones, 2Pac taught me that |
| Biggie Smalls taught me swag |
| Got my Versace shirt, put my car in reverse |
| I was hypnotised with Medusa in my lenses |
| Now I’m Medusa to my exes |
| Don’t look at me, don’t look at me |
| Unless you’ve got the whole booking fee |
| I used to have a hole in my jeans |
| Holes in my tee |
| Now I buy outfits for the whole of my team |
| You couldn’t shot on the block I live |
| Moving Bobby Brown, that was just my prerogative |
| Just my prerogative |
| Driving cars with no indicators |
| I took a right turn with no indication |
| The only stimulation was ipi-dipi-dation |
| How many of my niggas I’ll be seeing in the station? |
| I’m getting fed up |
| 'Member they put the cuffs on me |
| Felt like I couldn’t even stand up or breathe |
| Brother Mark never made it to custody |
| I see his kids now and again |
| I give them every cent that I’ve got up in my pocket |
| But it isn’t enough |
| Cause when he saw me at the lights, he said give me your number |
| Got the same school shirt, now I’m wearing this jumper |
| Saying RIP |
| Just know you R-I me |
| Every verse from your coffin and I’m not stopping |
| Sick of money often, see Kamani often, see Shenaia often |
| See the pressures we had, tryna take it off them |
| Turned the hangman rope into straight white-gold |
| Cuh we rose from the dungeon |
| Zeros to the hundreds |
| And they can write books on us where we come from |
| That’s why we’re heroes on our junction |
| Grown on me |
| Can’t sing but I wrote you a song, that’s grown on me |
| And my treasures have grown on me |
| Aware of the responsibilities, grown on me |
| And when I wear a suit and tie, it looks grown on me |
| I ain’t changed, I’m just a new old me |
| Or did you know me? |
| Grown on me |
| (Music so gorgeous, got you feeling flawless) |
| (Music so gorgeous, got you feeling flawless) |
| (Mu-mu-music so gorgeous, got you feeling flawless) |
| (Music so gorgeous, got you feeling flawless) |
| (Music so gorgeous, got-got you feeling flawless) |
| Who are the murderers? |
| Police are the murderers! |
| No justice? |
| No peace! |
| No justice? |
| No peace! |
| No justice? |
| No peace! |
| We don’t do this because we want to do this |
| We don’t do this because we read in a book that it’s a good thing to do |
| We do this because for generations, they’ve been killing black people all over |
| the country |
| Poor and working class people all over the country |
| And always getting away with it |
| I heard it’s all been love |
| Cupid, draw back your bow |
| We need to follow that arrow |
| While I’m on my feet |
| If they shoot me down, would you riot for me? |
| Riot for me |
| We need to follow that arrow |
| As long as we believe |
| Two tears falling like the innocent |
| Spirits in the wind |
| What’s respect if they expect silence? |
| Oh |
| Sirens when we disrespect |
| Sirens when we disrespect |
| What’s respect if they expect silence? |
| We hear sirens when we disrespect, yeah |
| I just lost my mind |
| I just lost my mind |
| Is it me or am I scared of the cops outside? |
| There’s cops outside |
| There’s an I in team but I’m on my side, I guess |
| Roses are red |
| Violets for the violence |
| Yeah |
| What’s respect if they expect silence? |
| We hear sirens when we disrespect |