Dreaming of the place Bring myself away Like in Barking days Scared my face away No one to complain Baby, what's the grade?
I'm riding switch, I can't escape Future back into the gate I bust it up on Ilford Lane [?] my grade
I'm riding switch, I can't escape Future back into the gate I bust it up on Ilford Lane
My feelings never had no ethics My feelings never have been ethical My feelings never had no ethics (always feeling) My feelings never have been ethical My feelings never had no ethics My feelings never have been ethical (ethical) My feelings never had no ethics My feelings never have been ethical
Dreaming of the place Bring myself away Like in Barking days
I'm riding switch, I can't escape I bust it up on Ilford Lane [?] my grave
My feelings never had no ethics My feelings never have been ethical My feelings never had no ethics (always feeling) My feelings never have been ethical My feelings never had no ethics My feelings never have been ethical My feelings never had no ethics My feelings never have been ethical (always feeling)
My feelings never had no ethics My feelings never have been ethical My feelings never had no ethics My feelings never have been ethical My feelings never had no ethics (always feeling) My feelings never have been ethical My feelings never had no ethics My feelings never have been ethicalTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
