Datkid - Home By 8 lyrics

Life, life, life (Verse 1) I take a breath of smoke, let it go Then I take a second toke Grab a pen and flow, get into aggressive mode Pissed cause I can't even step on road to wreck a show Instead I'm home, with a tag around my leg alone And yeah I know I was a twat I was out stepping hotter with the coppers on my back And then I got another tag and didn't bother to try stopping it at that Chose to go get arrested over cotching at my flat And I bet those stinking pigs loved it when they raided me Took off my door and saw that I was cultivating weed Next day morning court making pleas Whilst the papers painting me to be some crazy beast just to make some P But I should have been holding it down instead of Floating around with my boat in the clouds Rolling through town smashed with a roach in my mouth Marker glued to my palm writing over your house (Chorus) Cause if you're living as a sinner, then you pay the price That's just the way of life and f** living it like you ain't alive So that's why I'll be home by 8 tonight Cotching plotting with my grade alight Waiting for the day I rise Living as a sinner, so I paid the price That's just the way of life and f** living it like I ain't alive So that's why I'll be home by 8 tonight Cotching plotting with my grade alight Waiting for the day I rise (Verse 2) See truthfully, the only thing I'm regretting is getting caught I'd probably do it all again without a second thought But next time I'll make sure I don't have to step in court And get left with a ringing phone box on my bedroom floor Yeah F the law, f** the judges and magistrates f** the prosecutors, f** the journalists and the jakes Them man are waste, trying to have me banged away to clap a wage And now every time I walk the streets I acting prang and bait And all they say is “I'm just doing my job” But you chose to do your job, are you stupid or what? You're just a glorified snitch with a uniform on To all the kiddies love to spit on when you move them along And the reason I'll hate every one of these pricks till I die Is for the fact they're trying to punish me for living my life f** your authority, I'll sh** on your stripes Then get home by 8, in time to scribble a rhyme and bring it alive (Chorus)