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mitch (uk) - mad about bars (2022) lyrics

[verse]
i went from waving this gun to jay+z of brum
they wanna rap on drill, how much have they done?
i got a nephew called ray, he ain’t bringing the rum
elephant man, the way he give the pagans a run
and now they know how i’m coming, i already come
i had to spin it on blocks we already spun
way before i dropped win, they said i already won
took the dingers off the akhis, now they’re calling me lunn
the helium, want dior tops in medium
sucking balloons, i don’t agree with them
pick this pole or this podium, i weren’t from nickelodeon
music got me cake, it’s napolеon
i shall overcome in my 4’s or thesе jordan 1’s
now they want a picture like jourdan dunn
overall, them man are overdone
things i couldn’t show my son
that i could show this drum, you can hold this pun
nsg, i’m with some black yutes in psg tracksuits
tryna turn a boy into a statue
stand alone by choice, i never had to
and how they dressed like jls in a rap crew?
ddt from the back roads, pdc
gwaan like a goon but it’s pvc
i’m the oil like cbt, this game is just me and me
i was home alone like dbe
nameless and brainless to famous and dangerous
i’m too bait, getting clocked by my neighbours
i seen the geezas kicking it with shh
the other one’s leaving letters in the station
greedy guy, catch me in wingstop or tgi
i spot an opp with my beady eyes
they patronise when i was shooting in the gym like ballantyne
didn’t get my flowers like valentine
free poet, free palestine, bro did it so divine
champion bwoy like alkaline
i was confined, fell in love with bine before i spat a rhyme
way before i signed on a dotted line
mad about stars before mad about bars
and they know i got talent, why they mad about ours?
mad about stars before mad about bars
they know i got talent, why they mad about ours?
these rappers like girls, should be mad about bras
if i do get my flowers, look mad at that vase
the mandem want drums, you can keep the guitars
this ain’t fifty+fifty, they’ll let it sing like lemar
i was locked in a jar to a sports car
it’s one mile away bro, it’s not very far
i don’t need a golf r, if it’s smoke i’m cigar
it’s bizarre, it’s bizarre, do it rah, do it rah
he hit the crossbar, ole gunnar solskjaer
me and bro stick together, harold & k+mar
they say “mitchy wah gwan?”, yeah i take it too far
i’m the storm and the calm, if it’s calm then it’s calm
you’re lying out your lips man, you need lip balm
and these jail guys ain’t caused me any harm
yeah you’re hard, rap about how your boy got disarmed
keep the back door closed, weren’t born in a barn
in a bas+m+nt with sian, listening to popcaan
they rap about jawns but they never popped corn
before all the drarms, i’m a black boy with charm
and if the school bell a ring, kenny ring the alarm
and i don’t want flowers if it came from a farm
you ain’t reading the psalms like you ain’t reading my palm
from a place called birmingham, it’s like vietnam
try speech the imam cause it sings like adhaan

- mitch uk lyrics

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