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bashy – sticky lyrics

[intro]
bashy, bashy, bashy, let’s go
let’s go, let’s go
how many lyrics?
yeah, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah
okay

[verse]
made mistakes in life
no regrets, gotta live with that
no, dj can’t spin it back
no refunds, can’t bring it back
people don’t wanna see you grow
always bringin’ up this and that
stand in my truth, i live in that
when man’s in their feelings, giddem facts
helped man when they were on their face
when they’re down, they were givin’ thanks
when they’re up, wanna sh+t on that and forget
got a cheek, i’ll give ’em that
cross man once, then that is that
once man’s trust is gone, then man’s trust is gone
you’re unlikely to win it back
man’s unkindly to sycophants
man’s in hollywood, gettin’ bank, ayo
it used to be chicka+bashy+chicka+chicka+bashy
chicka+ba+chicka+ba+ba
now man’s spittin’ crack
whippin’ this, whippin’ that
wrist is this, the crib is mad
at the time, couldn’t picture that
i thought i’d be dead by twenty
life when livin’ black
i wrote “black boys” at twenty+one
no, it wasn’t a hit or smash
but that sh+t be soundin’ like some sort of premonition now when you listen back
i wasn’t in the kitchen whippin’ crack
wasn’t on the mains with the wap
i wasn’t goin’ cunch and in the trap
frustrated, i was feeling trapped
i gave cvs to jd sports
i gave my cvs into gap plus more
not one of them hit me up
drove the bus ruislip to mill hill and back
mill hill and back
mill hill and back
mill hill and back
mill hill and back
i could’ve swore down i was goin’ mad
one time got so tired, crashed
i grew up in a council estate, a little flat
didn’t even have enough sp+ce to swing a cat
no matter how rich you get, you ain’t forgettin’ that
even if they use the neuralyzer from men in black
they were many times when i never had a grand
now when i buy somethin’ nice, i feel bad
traumatised by the times when i never had
then reminded i’m a n+gga every level that i’m at
it’s more money, more options
more money, more nonsense
more money, less trivial sh+t
more complexed problems
more money, more
look, more money more
yo, more money, more watchin’
more money, more wantin’
no one gave when i wanted
survivor’s guilt on my conscience
so i give
but i was still broke when dizzee made “bonkers”
goin’ bonkers, my account in minus
i was at the cash point drawin’ out fivers
you got no f+ckin’ idea how that time was
man were gettin’ theirs, i’d been grindin’ for years
i was wonderin’ where mine was
mum was sick, she had death in her breast
i was thinkin’, “why mine, god?”
had to go through this to get to there
go through that to get to here
only answerin’ to god
don’t even answer questionnaires
cut from different cloth, i’m self+aware
i’ve conquered issues, conquered fears
it took blood, sweat, loads of tears
but i’ve believed ever since i wore the bs in my ears
i got my white mates like “cor blimey, ash
you’re doin’ well, mate, f+ckin’ ‘ell”
dreams can come true, that’s gabrielle
f+ck the dough, i do it for the culture
just to do top boy, i turnt down ms like dave chappelle
you can ask my agent, craig shapiro
you can ask my agent, deborah willey
my integrity ain’t for sale
sometimes you just gotta take the l
that could’ve been a major fail, but wasn’t
the next year i made double
to do that sh+t, you gotta have big b+ll+cks
that’s why i’m in first class
my legs dem spread out, eatin’ olives
i’m a council+flat yout in a tracksuit
but when they greet man, “mr. thomas”
ain’t gotta show it if you’ve got it
pay myself, that’s a selfie
no pictures, keep it modest
damson idris with this profit
i built this sh+t, me
brick by brick, that’s what bein’ on job is
no freebies, make ’em pay
pay respect and pay homage

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