Midnight In Balans Songtext
von Bashy

How ever do you want me
How ever do you need me
How ever do you want me
How ever do you need me
How ever do you want me
Look, it′s me writing on the wall
Late night dinners in the West End
With best friends talking investments
Midnight in Balans. Hatching plans
For my nest egg, next 10 years you'll
See who has what where was smart
Who has and who hasn′t, who had
And then haven't, splash it all for the
Drip is silly and sounds backwards
If I splash for the drip, could be
Covered in gallons but the five grand
Coat don't keep you fed when you′re
Famished or when a pandemic′s
Gripping the planet can you manage
In times of uncertainty


Emergencies do you have it?
Or was you too busy not planning
And Hakkasaning, too many too busy
Tik Tok'ing doing a challenge, these
Are the type of conversations I am
Having being candid can′t engage if
They are vapid, keep it rapid if the
Chat is not to flourish but to languish
Last five years I have really been
Mashing big dough but can't stop
Until the incomes passive, living off
My assets, true we grew up poor
We never had the access to the
Information, finance was a different
Language, when you′ve never had it
And you have it, wanna have it large
Instead of living average, hard to
Understand if you're not from there
Still I got here, now I see the game
Clearer like Edgar Davids through a
Different lens, in the highest bracket
Who can offer advice, most never
Seen in their life what I pay in taxes
It′s more money more possibilities
Higher standards from Zoopla to
Modern House I'm picking out a
Palace, Farrow and Ball, picking out
Palates, picking out paints, refined
Taste I developed my palate, delicate
Balance, my bank balance; fruits
Of my labour and given talent, ain't
What you make it′s what you keep
Age old adage, them cars are so
Savage when climbing those ladders
And make M′s after runs like
Mo Farah, man invest in funds I'm
So thorough, man′s got life insurance
Got cover, man's from North West
10, I′m so gutter, but go White House
Invite from Obama, man don't care
For beef but don′t mince my words
I don't stutter it's still ′Suck yah
Mudda′ if disrespect is sutten that
You utter, uh uh, I will still tun up
I'm the same whether with the gang
Or 1up. Not to tough to do a runner
Too much pride can leave you under
How many man coulda still been
Alive if they woulda just backed
Down? I wonder. Too many deaths
Over nutten, and the reasons are
Getting dumber and dumber, dumber
And dumber, dumber and dumber
I′m feeling number and number
How you kill a man used to call your
Brudda, how you kill a man and
Used to nyam food from his mother
I heard about a killing it fucked up
My whole summer, one day we'll
Meet again my brother, Insha′Allah
Coming from a borough where it's
Nothing but wahla on the come up
How much mental fortitude must one
Muster, got it out the mud without
Hunter, I wanna live Hakuna Matata
But product of my environment to
Which I′ve come accustomed, I grew
Up 'round killers, 'round fraudsters
′round shotters, I grew up ′round
Dreamers, 'round genius, ′round
Hustlers, grew up on the ends where
You're taught a load of rubbish, my
Mind was unjust so I had to make
Adjustments, cos I carry pain all the
Shit that′s man's suffered, slave to
Man′s thoughts so I try to Fredrick
Douglas, Jesus take the wheel while
I'm playin Buju Banton

In Jesus' holy name
Have mercy upon my Grandson
How ever do you want me
How ever do you need me
How ever do you want me
How ever do you need me
How ever do you want me
How ever do you need me
How ever do you want me
How ever do you need me
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