Slowthai I love this brother, keep it fuckin' on I need all my bros at scholar with a tight swalla I need crown jewels and locket and fuck off rocket I need you to shut the fuck up 'cause your bread is buttered I need everything I never, ever, ever gotten I need all the fruits of labor, 'cause my apple's rotten I need everything that's precious, like my name was Golem I need there to be a problem when there ain't a problem I need every fuckin' option, not no hot chocolate I need chicken lemon Donna, just to quench my hunger I need every loan I wanna, just to spend a oner I need every family, and he never ever got a I need every show on road, just to count up guala I need a million pounds Wake up, wash my balls then I bounce Eye on the prize, no time, gotta pounce Too much money, so much can't count Keep losin' track, better write that down Can't glue these cracks, and I probably snort brown Put him in dust, that's skills in my mouth Can't get sucked, lil' Slow hangin' out I need Even Stevens, fresh fade feelin' Slice of the pie with a bit of whipped cream Tumble dryer and a washing machine Dishwasher with a chef called Marie Ting can't get through the field for the loudest Stain or a house, family live on my grass Family fruit, bae longs for this money Everything I never got as a child Need mums off white, a house that's hers Car that stops so I can take more drugs Need happiness first, all in some whites Be that out of rut, all the bad things reversed All of my gut never steered me wrong Black Mercedes, with a chrome touch All flammable, to a million notes In my wardrobe, tools get broughtTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
