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biro – sirens lyrics

[verse 1]

it’s wild how all this stress got me reaching for strain bro the irony different
yeah we still ruled by the whips and the chains man it feels we were made to be victims
and all this smoke on my lungs when i spit you can tell this sh+t still in my system
and guys steady claim they cheffing
but got no heat bro step out the kitchen
birds of a feather you man flock together
no wonder your gang move chicken
chilling with bro in the whip and the bass stay blasting flooding out systems
sistine chapel type mansion, the yard that i need, but i ain’t no christian
man i just wanna move mum from the guns and the knives she’ll be safe from a distance
in love with the track but i’m running
if the convo ain’t ‘bout green or don’t help my team bro it ain’t ‘bout nothing
cah this money my only discussion
if bro roll up in a whip
roll up in a whip if he’s on straight bunning cah they told me play cards right but they hope i’ll fold really caught them bluffin
if i fall like snow on a bluff would it hold me up or just leave me low
cah i know couple snakes on set
in my garden of eden i pray don’t grow grotesque every whisper they speak is a lie and i try to ignore their woes
but i carry the world on shoulder
a boulder my ways really set in stone

[chorus]

man i just can’t sleep if i don’t hear sirens
i’d rather the sirens than rain cause the rain is the reason i’m overly tired
when it falls i get trapped in the silence
say that the kid been sick when he spit but you can’t catch this typa virus
(and he knows that he’s cold no sinus)

[verse 2]

told my bro bill up
i’m lying in bed tryna wrap this mill up
trust had so much sh+t on my plate but the kid been starving i ate my fill up
tryna go from off brand filas
to filling out stadiums know they feel us
if i hop on the stage they wheel us
so this drip don’t dry try k!ll us
but this wave that i ride don’t stop
and the guys who would slap on mask if i ask are the realest so gangs on top
and the streets made a kid cold hearted just a defense when it gets too hot
and as long as there’s ink in my pen and a bar i ain’t said my bro i won’t stop
and this flow isn’t really my best
see the music it covers my ears like the hand of a lover might cover ya chest
see it touch with the sweetest caress
carasel how we spinning your block
if we circle around might put holes in your vest
nah i’m kidding i ain’t on k!lling if i claim drilling its under duress
i got no one left to impress
maybe couple of things left to prove
man as long as i’m making a move bro i’m good with progression got nothing to lose
i just wanna see mumsie with smiles on her face when im taking her fam on a cruise
used to think that was mission impossible
now i’m unstoppable stacking up blues

[chorus]

and i just can’t sleep if i don’t hear sirens
i rather the sirens than rain cause the rain is the reason i’m overly tired
when it falls i get trapped in the silence
say that the kid been sick when he spits but you can’t catch this typa virus
(so he knows that he’s cold no sinus)

(ain’t no f+cking sinus man!)

[produced by ar beats]

- biro lyrics

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