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Loyle Carner - Fire In The Booth lyrics

I wasn't here to make friends
Thats why i dont have many of em
Or why i never trust a bredda who got plenty of em
I step steady , ever ready, never begging off em
Stop for a whiskey on the rocks and the cherry blossom
They forgotten i've been rotten from the start
Seen alot of shit that had me stopping in a heart
So i block until i bark
Like the dance to the cuppa in the park
With the robber who be dodging for a laugh
I've been wandering the dark
Scared like the bollocks in Iraq
Looking for profit and promising our half
So i chop it up in half
Half what i'm chopping up in half
Till I've forgotten what I've promised from the start
It's a laugh, Gone too fast
Got me sitting on my ass,trying to make this last
I wasn't thinking bout my past when i spray these bars
I'll be thinking bout my marge when i raise this glass
Cause trust
I'm trying to figure out
Ay , what all this shit about
The same words in and out just a different mouth
Bounce , never catch me down for the shit in south
Act like a dog i'mma dig it out
Wish i bought a bigger house
Ben, Will then again
Everybody wanna talk about the money that i spend
Next to nothing should be talking bout the money that i lend
To my friends and my cousins who've been buzzing round the bend
Say there's nothing to pretend
Enemies been coming like there friends
Same one's who say there's nothing to defend
So we blend
Spray a little something that a pen
And i'm saying i don't want it in the end
Tell em this isn't the ends
Ay
It's where i rest my head
Days get weary and the stress gets dead
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So i , Pour a bath and i stretch my legs
Then a pour another glass just to get my z's
No respect for a brother who ain't left with a brother
Stressed trying earn a check for there mother
Nothing left to discover
City where the best die young and the sons dont
Accept for the cover
Seen the best of them suffering this city full of heart break
Thugs that been in drugs till their heart shakes
Something you can't escape prison in the past days
Chicks treat my dons like , dogs by the park gate
It's past eight, half past late
I ain't ready for no dark shade to pass our plate
We're getting old
And all this fucking gun talk already getting sold
But my tails ain't ready to be told
So i scribble on the scrolls of the basement
Souls outa placement
Bar for the cantana, Poster of Jacent
We chased em, Knowing there ain't nothing to replace them
We spoke and i froze in amazement
I say it like
Ay, This is just some shit that you could listen too
If you was sitting wishing you was just a different dude
Ay, Pour another whiskey in the living room
And reminisce them old times cause trust me i miss them too
Cause in them interviews they saying shit they don't mean
And now my little brothers talking bout that codeine
It's unsurprising i ain't rising to the smoke screens
But i ain't got no time to be glamourizing them coke phenes
Like no G's, O D
Ducking for cover in the low leaf
Roll trees
Running from the po-lice
Brothers with gold teeth, Gunners on the known sleeze
So cheese chooking outta luck until there bones freeze
I know these, they know me
But we ain't running like we're kodees
I never say whats up or nothing no need
I got my own steez fam i keep it so clean
Man i don't know nothing bout no O'Z's

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