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nico lindsay - miserable lyrics

[intro]
all of that bs

[verse 1]
yeah, i hear that but do not forget who you are
getting lost in the sauce
topics are fraud, yawning, i’m bored
flex like the plug, i’ll turn off the mains, farewell to good sport
i see them, of course
forget who they are online and loose talk
see man in person, smile but force talk
[?] force talk
forward i walk, they’re moonwalking backwards
another scene with so many actors
i just stroll by discreet and i capture
man move out of character for casting
public display as a fraud, we’re laughing
say it ain’t fair, i know cause i’m dark-skinned
if it ain’t up to par, then i’m parring
tryna par me? then man haffi par them

[break]
man haffi bumbaclart par them
eediat mcs
eediat f-cking everyting
whatever you do, eediats
you get parred, whatever
f-ck off, all of you, yeah?

[verse 2]
i don’t rate them over there but they wish
like say i’m a genie, they’re begging for wish
them man are robbed but they’re mentioning this
level up quick and i’ll give you a medal
likkle [?], don’t meddle, i’m ahead of you sh-ts
no way try follow and send, you’re a myth
here for a second, then fade in the mist
overwhelmed from my presence; a blessing; a gift
you’re lost out here and not saying a thing
’bout grime and your crew but for you just to win
one two likkle song, dj spin
tune ends and they cannot remember a thing
ending it here, message is clear
don’t say my name, on you, it ain’t fair
on mic, i do not play fair
get bun like bud crushed up with riz and mayfair

[break 2]
so all the small talk
and all this pally-pally
all up in each other’s batty
fix up, man are big men out here
grow the f-ck up, ayy

[verse 3]
dolo rolling, bookey like a tinted polo rolling
slow in motion
creation’s golden, i’ll end it on mic
like a dark knight, wrong place, wrong time
keep to myself, don’t watch face more time
gotta make mine, they preeing waste more time
take time as long as it ain’t mine, i’m good, cuz
too much gone already, i can’t scoop up
i shoot up like a drive-by on the curb
or like a fiend with pouch from a purse
with words i express and it spread like a curse
headtops burst, taking in each verse
f-ckboys [?] you wanna try and be pals
selling on souls for a grimy sound
i was searching for god and found him in the mirror
all is one so i beg you try me now

[outro]
ayy
all these pagan
tryna flex evil and
listen
positivity ting round here, b
see all the negativity? man ah dun it
man ah bun it out, yeah? so all the bad mind stuff
all the preeing what man’s on and
talking sh-t to your bredrins, coming around man and spud man
all of that’s done
we’re not doing that no more, it’s all done, yeah?
2016, codename lin
hold tight bizz, yeah, yeah

- nico lindsay lyrics

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