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Kojaque - Town's Dead (Official Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kojaque
Kojaque
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kevin Smith
Kevin Smith
Composer
Adam Faulkner
Adam Faulkner
Composer
Alan Duggan
Alan Duggan
Composer
Daniel Aemon Fox
Daniel Aemon Fox
Composer
Dara Kiely
Dara Kiely
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Danny Trachtenberg
Danny Trachtenberg
Mixing Engineer
Kojaque
Kojaque
Producer

Lyrics

I just got my head kicked in Tryna buy a bit of smoke Cause my face didn't look the way it should have when I paid him Drank 6 tins, just to get the head straight Pulla straight, spittin' in the cold Wish I had have bate him Patience Had the bookie bet and then I went and got notions Had to cheat the dealer got my nose bust open Fed up of the system still broken Tried to open up and people took it like a joke then Fed up of the "My da'd punch 'round your da' If I ever found mine I'd Punch him 'round for ya Dwellin' on the past Got my present in a corset Pony on the dashboard Bookie bound, floor it Life's that thing that ya do when ya can't face pintin' Head up in a bucket, teeth grindin' Tried to buzz a buddy Better luck I'd strike lightning They all settled down or moved out or quit fighting Are you an expat? Sell patsy? Have a da that's a keyboard Nazi? You could be the big shot, 'round campus Help gentrify the flats to the Hamptons You could try the house share, try rentin' Bit of money for the landlord's pension Heads are gonna roll soon, no warning This town's not dead it's just dormant Are you an expat? Sell patsy? Have a da that's a keyboard Nazi? You could be the big shot, 'round campus Help gentrify the flats to the Hamptons You could try the house share, try rentin' Bit of money for the landlord's pension Heads are gonna roll soon, no warning My town's not dead it's just dormant Now the corpos knockin' down the flats Just to build a few gaffs Just to fill 'em with some triple barrel surnames Door frame wouldn't fit the halo on your head Tell ya butter wouldn't melt in your mouth 'round your way Wanna be a real big deal like Christ or Brexit Give the mission statement no one gets it Restless Made a bit of money Not enough to live from it Just enough that all my buddies think I'm gonna get the next drink Call, don't text it Message all cryptic "When you coming up I wanna duck and watch Netflix" Aww wait, fixed it Had it in predictive Walkin' 'round the city with my mug up in her necklace Risque texts from the pub relentless Gee-eyed, squintin' at the screen like sent it When I get big, Imma ditch this kip Big swig for the minute getting sick up on the exit
Writer(s): Alan Duggan, Dara Benjamin Kiely, Daniel Fox, Adam Faulkner, Kevin Edward Smith Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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