J Hus - Fire in the Booth lyrics

J HUS - Fire in the booth (Conversation) (Verse 1: J Hus) I swear I love you and hate you at the same time I swear I love you and hate you at the same time I can't get away, she can't get away either Now were outchea doing stick-ups shes my getaway driver Hanging out the window, I love the thrill, I love the feeling You can tell its me cos my woolly hats leaning Bag full of money and a chick thats down to ride for him Thats all a brother really needs in this life of sin I stepped out the smart car, old shaped huaraches on Smelling like the dankest piff, shout-out my yardie don J hus boogy dance, when I get my party on Ayo my yute where you get your carty from Oh it's gone missing it wasn't me, I was smiling wid him J Hus pa** by, swear I saw your wifey wid him You gon' have a tiny temper (Tinie Tempah) I just heard your wifey riddem You gon' have a tiny temper (yo) I used to ride for the 15 Yeah im really from here Grind till I gone clear You only grind for that Moncler Seen my mother drop tears No it doesnt stop there Life they say its not fair Trap hard we dont pop squares No (no no no no no no nooo no) You either pray or you get prayed on Let me show you where i came from This the belly of the beast Were robbing bellies in the east I swear I love you and hate you at the same time I swear I love you and hate you at the same time I can't get away, she can't get away either Now were outchea doing stick-ups shes my getaway driver (Conversation) (Verse 2: J Hus) I got my knees in the dirt, blood on my hands Tears in my eyes but the years made me wise d**h around the corner so i fear for my life But they dont love me so i dont wanna hear all the lies And if i wait for a bring-in Ill be waiting till the cows come home Ive been through a thousand phones Long time i ain't been crib now it feels like my house ain't home And bigman wanna ride on me I tell em go and grind for your daughter Big sticks in a mans face Boom Boom turn a man water My life spans shorter Extra bells in my pocket when im coming with them tings Jummah on a friday to wash away the sins And plus my section baiter Clap man first ask questions later I know Burna Boy i dont know Whizkid Draw for his tool he will turn a boy liquid They wanna try man, are you kidding me Im rolling with a big ting thats bigger than Likkle T Stay away from me, atleast arms length And when youre talking olders your talking past tense (yo) I dont look up to noone No new beef so ill cook up the old one Im in no mans land in the coldest districts My dons flip z's and be throwing biscuits Feds got me ducking and diving I dont understand how were f**ing surviving I gotta link the plug but i might be delayed Feds taking mugshots for ID parade I really should be outchea tryna make mills Instead im in a cell eating microwaved meals (yo) Riding out ain't paying me But they went and put my bro up in A&E I can't sit back, I got two guys with me Kick back, make a brudda move like Grizzy Bare live corn in a four door truck If i came earlier i would have saw more luck North Face jacket same one from the crib session Tryna catch an M Dargg (dawg) you can hold 67 I knew i had to wise up from early Trap money got my bruddas riding in Burberry (what) Oh my what a journey 20 man ducking like i got the lurgies (what) You can run but you can't hide(what) I had to show them my dark side Mum told me love turns boys into men For the love of the money i got boys in the pen (Conversation) (Verse 3: J Hus) Dead broke, sitting on my last tenner Pray one day that my life will get far better f** beefing with these cowards and neeks Three hours asleep And i ain't showered in weeks (im on my grind baby) Robberies or selling packs Mummy went through hell and back I love you with my heart But i dont ever tell you that Im on my grind i can't afford to stay But im only one phone call away (ahh) The hustles got me breaching bail I need grub, I need scales Im pissed off that p's in jail (ahh) Plus i lost all my p's aswell And my uncle keeps telling me i need a girl To teach me how to be a man But he won't ever understand That ive already tried this before She got on her knees, and said she never tried this before Then she lied even more And told me that she loves me, and we broke all the rules Nah we dont abide by the law but shes a dutty gyal And i can never trust you again You said it was love, love till the end f** that J Hus unattractive Man will bun a fat spliff and get f**in active (uh) Spent half of a grand, for this dotty in the palm of my hand But this werent part of the plan Cos im from city of newham Where ill bore my old friends like i never even knew 'em Like we never used to play in the park Youll get blazed when i bark But your memory will stay in my heart Thats how things go I got rushed last week the same day i let my ting go (ahh) That means hes here for a real reason Cos he never got hit and hes still breathing Shots won't get sent from the car Ill let my ting go then repent to Allah Long time long time I ain't been jummah Outchea outchea chasing this mullah One day ill leave this whole life and practise Islam Cos the music and trap its haram, no more straps in the palm Mums crying i keep telling her to stay calm Even though her son got gripped by the shaitan (satan) Boogy with the devil with my shades on J Hus astalababy (Conversation) (End) BZY.11