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clue (uk) - clue freestyle - lockdown sessions lyrics

clue freestyle + lockdown sessions lyrics
[intro]
(pro+, pro+)
(proffit, proffit)

[verse]
i’ve extended hands, i never saw the same love returning
how many bridges got burnt to the ground
i was out here london’s burning
if i took things off him there’s purpose
on action, never been nervous
i was told don’t mix with clowns
unless you wanna be part of the circus
if mans got a problem state it
subliminal rap don’t make it (word)
i used to be cool with six
that’s my fault, now i can’t change it
i can’t call these artist’s friends
i’m a threat, by now, man’s learning (facts)
i’m p+ssed that i don’t see percy
i lost friends, for the love of that sterling (gone, gone)
wrong and strong, i can’t navigatе my ways
i don’t call them man there opps
cah thе opps round there get blazed (brr, brr, brr)
tell man stop doing up verbal
i don’t see man doing up pave (ah, ah, ah)
at this age, all now ain’t nuttin been grazed (uuh, uuh, uuh)
put money in bricks and water
i do nursery trips with my daughter
they know my ting’s respected
i was outside doing up stalker
got my eyes on my nosey neighbour
we love claiming it’s got mans name on
they ain’t seen these cars outside
inside, they’re getting a shake on
i don’t work with rats like akon
in the kitchen, getting my bake on
these blocks man claim they’re hard
on the same block man leave tape on (uuh, uuh, uuh)
voluntary, voluntary
the opps got too much commentary
scared that they land in drama
i spent months on months in solitary (brr, brr, brr)
stayed in the cell, never did no bird
drilling on what? that bothers me (facts)
you man got robbed in jail
i was taxing man, no apology (ha, ha, ha)
i know man’s soft on the streets
i’ve been through pain in sheets
if it’s war, then there ain’t no peace
the opps, no violence please
shared enough of them kinky yutes, usually, man’s eating crunches
i call them obscene, we don’t share spliffs man can’t be trusted (weirdo, weirdo)
maintaining, my chef’s got gloves when it’s draining
in the field doing all this training, i still came outside when it’s raining (brr, brr, brr)
naming, shaming
in the station no explaining
got a 10+10 ting on my mattress
she got a man, but i’m not complaining (ha, ha)
name and number
in the block, man learn about hunger
in the trap been cooking since school
i running on flats like a puncher
lightning, thunder (brr, brr, brr)
do it, then wonder
i do it then dash (uuh, uuh, uuh)
conceal things under my jumper
you got so much chat, man i’ll tump ya
like, what you gonna do when i bump ya?
all this smoke
i came tru looking like a puncher

- clue uk lyrics

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