341 Freestyle Songtext
von Lex Amor
341 Freestyle Songtext
May these dreams seem so preposterously obnoxious
Come succumb to my subconscious soul
Concocting options, I got this though
On better days I feel this in my spirit
Better days, I feel this in my spirit
On better days I feel this in my soul
It′s been a minute since the vision got vivid
So these do-re-mi's took note
That young proletariat prose
Come to London, cold known to these bones, can′t move me
Unruly, mummy made sure, bless the womb - she
Made a crown for this single bedded queen
Been, praying for pounds out this penny-riddled dream
Been, praying that this last laugh will redeem me
He, said you're worried 'bout what life′ll become Cos you ain′t living life enough, I said okay, I'm—
I′m back at it - Black girl magic
Green Dax and some boom-bap birthed a passion
Pesin wey hustle must chop been the mantra
Been about the profit since the profit was a Fanta
Fruit Twist, probably not the best student
Used to go to school with three-for-two's near my rulers
Break even before break time was up, have
Nine pound profit in my pocket by lunch
My God, I′m not sure what I've become
Two-twos, that 2:1 ain′t helped me once
I wrote that one before I bought the gown
I mean, two years on, not sure if I was wrong
I mean, two years on, not sure I found my sound
Two years on, not sure— it's three years
The ends don't sleep, the ends don′t sleep
The ends don′t sleep, the ends don't sleep
The ends don′t sleep, the ends don't sleep
The ends don′t sleep, the ends don't sleep
The ends don′t sleep, the ends don't sleep
The ends don't sleep, the ends don′t sleep
Loved and blessed, never ask for lesser
Tell the ends we can′t forget it, never knew no better
Same road I bent my head in
Looked me in the eye and told me Lexy come and get it
Get it if you dare
As we deya, we endeavoured
Knees bent, palms pressed, praying lest I perish
Grandpa passed, and me I didn't bloody get it
Didn′t make no sense and all that thinking did my head in
Every loss a lesson, or a lesson if you're listening
Ears wide, ′ere for a minute for the dividends
Oh God, I dreamt to hard to go and float about
Nah mate, pray by one-nine, me I'll been giving dem
Giving dem, giving gem, giving gem, bloody killing it
Ain′t changed base just in case I buss a ting in this
Pray I keep my essence, pray I sound like all the littlens
Like everything I learnt
Every time I had to feel a thing, every time it hurt
Like every time I had to bill a ting, even when deserved
Church, thanking God for little things I picked up when I learnt
Pray I learn to live a bit, I pray I learn to learn
Jesus Christ you been with us before we learnt to turn
Curse words into synonyms
'Fore I made peace with all these pieces, I was different
Knee-high socks on the rocks of that playground
From the A block to the same blocks we're living in
Diligent babe, learnt this place weren′t no ball game
Turnt ′round, made paper planes from that wall mount
Fuck a signage, fuck a gate, we can walk 'round
Come through HQ, Dami brought his ball out
Man are kicking it like it′s penny up the wall now
Fuck it, might as well let the heavens hear us if we stuck here
Rummage through greys made for blacks on our blue days
Gold paved streets feel like concrete in London
We love it
Come succumb to my subconscious soul
Concocting options, I got this though
On better days I feel this in my spirit
Better days, I feel this in my spirit
On better days I feel this in my soul
It′s been a minute since the vision got vivid
So these do-re-mi's took note
That young proletariat prose
Come to London, cold known to these bones, can′t move me
Unruly, mummy made sure, bless the womb - she
Made a crown for this single bedded queen
Been, praying for pounds out this penny-riddled dream
Been, praying that this last laugh will redeem me
He, said you're worried 'bout what life′ll become Cos you ain′t living life enough, I said okay, I'm—
I′m back at it - Black girl magic
Green Dax and some boom-bap birthed a passion
Pesin wey hustle must chop been the mantra
Been about the profit since the profit was a Fanta
Fruit Twist, probably not the best student
Used to go to school with three-for-two's near my rulers
Break even before break time was up, have
Nine pound profit in my pocket by lunch
My God, I′m not sure what I've become
Two-twos, that 2:1 ain′t helped me once
I wrote that one before I bought the gown
I mean, two years on, not sure if I was wrong
I mean, two years on, not sure I found my sound
Two years on, not sure— it's three years
The ends don't sleep, the ends don′t sleep
The ends don′t sleep, the ends don't sleep
The ends don′t sleep, the ends don't sleep
The ends don′t sleep, the ends don't sleep
The ends don′t sleep, the ends don't sleep
The ends don't sleep, the ends don′t sleep
Loved and blessed, never ask for lesser
Tell the ends we can′t forget it, never knew no better
Same road I bent my head in
Looked me in the eye and told me Lexy come and get it
Get it if you dare
As we deya, we endeavoured
Knees bent, palms pressed, praying lest I perish
Grandpa passed, and me I didn't bloody get it
Didn′t make no sense and all that thinking did my head in
Every loss a lesson, or a lesson if you're listening
Ears wide, ′ere for a minute for the dividends
Oh God, I dreamt to hard to go and float about
Nah mate, pray by one-nine, me I'll been giving dem
Giving dem, giving gem, giving gem, bloody killing it
Ain′t changed base just in case I buss a ting in this
Pray I keep my essence, pray I sound like all the littlens
Like everything I learnt
Every time I had to feel a thing, every time it hurt
Like every time I had to bill a ting, even when deserved
Church, thanking God for little things I picked up when I learnt
Pray I learn to live a bit, I pray I learn to learn
Jesus Christ you been with us before we learnt to turn
Curse words into synonyms
'Fore I made peace with all these pieces, I was different
Knee-high socks on the rocks of that playground
From the A block to the same blocks we're living in
Diligent babe, learnt this place weren′t no ball game
Turnt ′round, made paper planes from that wall mount
Fuck a signage, fuck a gate, we can walk 'round
Come through HQ, Dami brought his ball out
Man are kicking it like it′s penny up the wall now
Fuck it, might as well let the heavens hear us if we stuck here
Rummage through greys made for blacks on our blue days
Gold paved streets feel like concrete in London
We love it
Writer(s): Kinsey Lloyd, Alexis Adimora Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com