Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Soon Home (In2lude), artist - WSTRN. Album song DOU3LE 3AK, in the genre R&BDate of issue: 11.10.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Atlantic Records UK
Song language: English
Soon Home (In2lude) |
| I’m screaming |
| «Soon home in my room «A n**** took my watch |
| I guess I just had to do road |
| Truth told, I should be out there with my two bros |
| But I couldn’t let that n**** get away with my two tones |
| So I’m 'ere mashing |
| Got my machinery, really missing the scenery |
| Crazy women were preeing me |
| Taking pics with my heat on me |
| Fire’s in me but I’m firing |
| I’m the guy in my city, I’m on all sorts |
| I came from |
| That was me and, we were on the ting |
| It’s funny, they were hating all before we started caking |
| Tell 'em like |
| Thank you to the fans for writing Akelle |
| Big up the people who sent messages to Haile and Elz |
| Whoever said jail ain’t hard must be joking |
| Enough bruddas showed me love, on a grown ting |
| They think I’m coming out on a mad ting but I ain’t feeling too |
| Confident, jumping on stage straight from a dinner queue |
| Maybe it’s just all in my head, true I hit a few |
| Have you ever been blamed for something that you really didn’t do? |
| I’m done with it |
| Them dumb n****s, they can run with it |
| I’m still beating off my mash on my ones, init |
| I’m still eating a couple racks off of one visit |
| If I ain’t done the shit I say, I done my- |
| Na I did it |
| I’ve had to dish sweets outs with my mummy there |
| When I talk sweets man, I ain’t talking gummy bears |
| I ain’t really good at maths but the money’s there |
| Been in for a while, I still gotta do another year |
| I’m in the can, catch me bagging up ounces |
| Sitting on these n****s, never catching me crouching |
| Fuck top 10, I need a number one |
| I got robbed for my watch and I bought another one |
| I’m sick with it |
| I made a hit and made six digits |
| , I slid in 'em |
| Mad love soon as I came home |
| Yeah I put my hands up, I was there, yep |
| But them n****s, they weren’t in it |
| It’s like, why would you race if you know you ain’t winning? |
| I was live on the stage |
| I ride any day, but some n****s they ain’t willing |
| Yo, people don’t like me |
| I’m Gucci stepping, unruly weapon in my jeans |
| They got to grab it, tried me |
| To walk a fucking mile in my trainers, you need my feet |
| I been rhyming, freestyling, clean timing |
| I been trying |
| I need |
| But the path I’m going down right now, it’s too dark for me |
| Friends that don’t go to my ma’s yard and ask for me |
| 'Bredrin', friends that can’t even send a tenner in |
| This is why when I try answering my phone, I just let it ring |