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Berwyn Du Bois
Berwyn Du Bois
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Berwyn Du Bois
Berwyn Du Bois
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Berwyn Du Bois
Berwyn Du Bois
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Prash 'Engine Earz' Mistry
Prash 'Engine Earz' Mistry
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Lately, I been drinkin' a lot And maybe it's in my DNA Maybe it's the way things have been goin' for me Lately, I been thinkin' a lot Maybe I'll always be a slave Maybe I'll never break these chains Maybe I need a twist of faith One of them nothin' was the same like Drizzy Drake's And this is transparency and God forbid that I fail 'Cause I'd hate to see my mother end up back in that jail And immigration sent a letter, said they're grantin' me bail So really time is of the essence, you feel me? I'm the boy that blew up on the council estate I want my face on the side of every bus that I've chased I need an estate, a hundred acres for my family to stay So my daddy could say, so my daddy could say Callin', call on him Call him when you need him And he'll be there Taste like glory, glory, glory Glory, taste like, taste like Lately I been dreamin' a lot which is quite funny 'Cause when you see me in my face, I look sleepless as fuck Balancin' evens and odds But bein' humble pays And this is so much more than just another occupation I'm tryna go from workin' in Subway Makin' sandwiches for all the doctors To actually becomin' the next Dr. Dre Lately, I been thinkin' a lot How could I be the shortest man in every single room I walk in? But be consistently the closest to God? Maybe 'cause I'm always high Lately I been thinkin' a lot How come sleepin' in the car only filled me with drive? It was just me, myself, the stars and my guitar in the night And all the songs I would write, huh And then my nigga would come through and bun a zute in the night Man, that's the shit that got me through it, that's no word of a lie Man, that's the shit that got me through it, I still owe you my life I swear I owe you my life, yeah But you know what the time is when I buy you that timepiece Until then, I just need all of my niggas behind me Yes, all of my nine Gs, yes, all of my YGs We fly like Nike Callin', call on him Call him when you need him And he'll be there Taste like glory, glory, glory Glory, and he'll be there Taste like glory
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