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bashy - midnight in balans lyrics

[intro]
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

[verse]
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’rе famished
or when a pandemic’s gripping thе 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 busytik 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 income’s 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 k!ll a man used to call your
brudda, how you k!ll a man and
used to nyam food from his mother
i heard about a k!lling it f+cked 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 k!llers, ’round fraudsters
’round shotters, i grew up ’round
dreamers, ’round g+nius, ’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
sh+t 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
[outro]
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
however

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