Wallwork - Facts lyrics

[Verse 1: Nico Lindsay] Mic specialist, find lyric and pick Man like gyal dem between skinny and thick With a natural or Brazilian weave You can still hold wood when I'm gripping on hips Not all day everyday ring phone Bare silent tone cuh topic's been rinsed In, then you're out, then another one's in This ain't love, it's comfort, don't get the ting twist Ignorance is bliss, life's like a game And you play with a split screen Near vision in your one, seeking more funds But can't ever go and lipse greed Downfalls begin, can't look at them, aim up Been a long way, now I've saved up Come and see an experience saved up Now that slot got a take up, trust me And I'm speaking on facts Things went funny, then I rolled on my jacks Man weren't close to breaking the door They thought that I was, then I went and sat back Ps went low and I made 'em back Went low again, now I'm back here tryna stack All angles, they attack, get in the way End up flat on your spine Mind won't open before ignorance, good, better Feeling on point, not sick with the wetter In the cold with a sweater and a hoodie on top Early teens with a pedal bike, out in the block Many changes we all see, select what you're on We all thought different till you're proved wrong I move on, saying s** on the same old's boring Too many ideas storing, use 'em [Hook: Nico Lindsay] Man ah come through nice Come to your set, ginger beer with ice Yo, yo, man ah come through nice Come to your set, ginger beer with ice Yo, man ah come through, man ah come through nice Come to your set, ginger beer with ice Man ah come through, man ah come through nice Come to your set, ginger beer with ice [Verse 2: Nico Lindsay] Trapped behind bars but I've never been cool Don't play games so I ain't on calls Ride on beats I can beef in court [?] gotta swing like jaws [?] Ain't your flow so you won't claim, course When you wanna claim, bro, the truth game's in force Too much watching, not living the sauce Not a dip with chips that we can afford Hundreds of frauds keep selling 'em dreams Never been selling to fiends Probably hang with 'em, this life has never been seen Likkle dry yout begging for cream Jumping on bandwagons, slyly, you're getting to me Slyly, you're getting to me I don't care when you chat that you're better than me Just say it better when stepping to me I don't care though, dem man are air, though Get-along gang but not around here, though When I touch mic, most fear though Take a step back, now man feel that they've gone clear, though I see your girl, true say, she's a rebore Never got a Barbie, man got a clear doll I'm here, yo, dem man over there hear though [?] to make it clear, though, yo I don't care, dem man are air Get-along gang but not around here When I touch mic, most fear Take a step back, now man feel that they've gone clear Nah, bro, [?] Winter cold flows are snow-deep Trapped behind bars a ten year For duppying set-sets for no reas' [Outro: Nico Lindsay] Yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah If you didn't know Get to know, init Bubbly ting If you're not waved, you're boring Get lost, yeah? Yeah