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bonkaz - fire in the booth lyrics

[verse 1: bonkaz]
i just get them different cos i’m iller
put the vid on sky, thought my television was a mirror
i’m a different guy, told her that she’s wizzing with a winner
it’s all gravy, though, i could let it drizzle on my dinner
tell’em pay me though
i ain’t trying to play with this
ring ’em about the taylor show
told them all what day it is
they thought cos i was laying low
maybe i’m just saying ish
i don’t crew jump, i ain’t on no waiting list
talent over everything, success over all of that
saw her on the street and she went nuts, i didn’t call her back
that comes with the territory, sad thing is: i’m never sorry
cos if i don’t go out and get it, no one’s gonna get it for me
see, i probably got a show tonight, if not i’m on the road tonight, overtime
yeah, they phone my line, no reply, air
i was on recline–, no decline, swear imma go for mine
see i’ve been the coldest, i’ve been the culprit
a load of times you didn’t notice, you didn’t focus, that’s no surprise
never had the flow of the year, if it weren’t for kane
but that flow kinda hurt my brain
look, don’t run before you can walk
but i’m tryna fly like a bird or a plane
i’m on my p’s and q’s, probably be on the news when they hear all these verses i’m laying
you heard what i’m saying, word on the kerb is i’m murdering and slaying
them verses you heard were just words i was playing
i might peak soon, it might get peak soon
ain’t no one like me, get into my head that’s so unlikely
i’m indie like ed, no gold can’t buy me
four wheels on that skateboard, six strings on that new guitar
she wanna argue, this ain’t jeremy kyle, i just turn my head i can’t ‘lukatar’
coming from where i come from, you see them chances you grab ’em
i’ve been to parties in clapham, where they’re eating smarties and dabbing
when they came together, they stay together, they leave with us in these wagons
to the after-parties to the afternoon, no sleeping after, we’re lagging
that’s my generation, not a suit and tie generation
two fingers in the sky every time they take my pic, that’s my celebration
and told my teacher i didn’t use my diploma
i just made a nine track cd that things so deep it will tide me over
for the rest of my life i invest in my time, the only place you’ll find me sober
is in the studio where i sleepover
i’m tryna make these boys be kings, i don’t know why they’re tryna be soldiers
man i use to put points in cling, and now i’m looking at rides and chauffeurs
yeah, i used to be mads & bing
now i’m chilling with a ting tryna hide my b-n-r
but i’m good, all the talk is a waste of time
everywhere i go i’m nice, i think they only hate me online
and she asked me what my jeans are they g-star, i said ’30 waist’
neena, then i asked her dreams are, dirty place, clean heart
but i’ve been calm and i’m comfy
ask about me, they need bonkz, i’m jump lee, they can’t start without me
don’t be acting too hard around me, four holes in your grill like your car’s an audi
i don’t need guards around me, dressed in all white like derby county’s my team
and they still wanna talk about me?
but i’m good everywhere i go
i could bring the hood everywhere i go, they be dressed so good you wouldn’t even know
see they know what i’m on, know what i’m rolling is strong
know that i’m rolling around with my g’s and i’m holding it down and i flow on these songs
i know when i’m right and i know when i’m wrong
and i know that i’m bonkz
and they know that i’m now and they know that i’m on
yeaaah, fire in the booth

[verse 2: bonkaz]
yeah, bonkaz
fire in the booth
one time for the people’s champ
yeah
uh, look, so they’re on me now want the freestyles
it’s looking like i’m sponsored now, they give me free styles
yeah, and they run me down full speed now
ain’t a rapper that can shut me down in this scene now
i can go from cruddy style to lovey-duvey style
make your baby mumma drop your son off for the weekend
said she’s coming to the tele with a couple of her girls so i said i’m coming with a couple of my g’s den
white gown, white towel on the floor, by the bed, got her underneath the cover then she screaming
told her that she paro, and she told me that i’m shallow
i just took her to the swimming pool then we done it in the deep end
straight, gotta start calling me ‘the king of the flows’
run riot on the scene like i did on the roads
stop sleeping nights at my feature price
i’m still eating nice, i’m keep getting these shows
i mean the show goes on
no i ain’t gotta sell any dots, just bookings
remember that first ever dotty, nose so long it could probably smell what the rock was cooking
bow, i don’t wanna hear no talk if it ain’t us
we about to go on tour without a bus
we about to run through the game like stampede, any lapper that i see on the floor is getting crushed
tell ’em [?] is getting touched, laying in the choke on the floor right next to blood
tell me slow it down and i pour another cup, they say it’s one too many and i’m sure it’s ain’t enough
like, oh yeah, this saying has came out of nowhere
acting like i ain’t been k!lling this ish been dropping flame after flame for the whole year
i’ll go, to the hall of fame, take of your name and put my own there
think i might change up the game with my flow
call me cisco i change up the game and get gold hair
everything i do is cool, yeah, bonkz done it it’s okay
can’t really say much cos the kid don’t play
used to have to ask the gov’ for a pillow case when i was down and out
and now they know that imma shift this
the cultures on my shoulders i’m just rolling like some rizzlas
and the flow is off the rictors
and this is only for my bros and this is only for my sisters
tell ’em that we don’t need no -ssistance
tell ’em a and r ain’t the one
tell ’em if you tryna make me smart then i’m staying dumb
tell ’em you can never play a part cos i ain’t playing
i’m just tryna work hard get a yard for my mum
go hard with my crew, go hard with my one’s
i’m just tryna work hard get a yard for my mum
go hard with my crew, go hard with my one’s, like
comacome nice, backstroke, make your baby mumma c-m twice
no bandana, when it comes to colours i’m blind
we just wanna make songs, let the runners run lines
i bet stevie even wonders sometimes:
why does stuff all look the same? man, what’s up with them guys?
man that black and white priest, just someone to call [?]
like, ayyy charlie, you know how it is

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