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nxxxxxs & jeshi - grub lyrics

[intro]
no money, my rent ain’t paid, i’m late
i’m tiptoeing on the estate, wait
who’s that on my front gate floor?
ay, i scope from the rooftop
hot dot like slate
dragon in my airways, blowin’ weed in the stairways, tell mom i’ll be home late
boxed in like strangeways, man on vacay, tellin’ me that i ain’t safe, yeah
wait, and i burn through money just like kale, it stings, it burns just like antiseptic
back in the whip like i just got arrested (arrested)
four door glide
don’t recede, look pretty at night, and they sleep by day when they don’t pay on time
i’m angry at the world like just ain’t right

[verse]
bouncin’ knockin’, hold up, two minutes out puttin’ rocks in
cold brandy, gin and tonic
fight breaks out where n0body wants it, n0body sees us
gonna be a long day for the cleaners
come on and break my g+nius, take me down
break me into the pieces
pretty for the first of the month, i’m sitting at home kick round at the rum
phone hang up, who’s up abrupt
knee+deep mark got me sittin’ here stuck (sittin’ here stuck)
same sofa, same pub, same gang in the toilet doin’ up grub
same ford focus, seagulls swan, same trouble for whose kids with the guns
[verse]
used to run, water on curbs
me and my day when stomaching birds
[?] returns through up my dessert (ugh)
shooting the whip’s stained glass at church
skip mass, outside on my backs, it’s 2016 and i just can’t relax
and i’m still here stop
some times got a switch rough and you can’t figure out out where you won
might change, today
nam’ rings with a sound, doing okay
doin’ up white lines, doin’ up rave
nothing feels rule like avery’s cake
can i get a slice, punch windows, wrist got sliced
trying to put my wrists on [?], crack heads on pavement, csi
ear to ear smoke, gonna be livin’ that life

[verse]
way home, m+26, route for the night, get back where i live
first in h+ll here, tryin’ to get a drink, ain’t tryna’ make friends, don’t care what you think
i’ll k!ll gold, one with ticket off rollade, and i smoke propane
i ain’t got no name, i ain’t got no face
i ain’t got no way, i ain’t got no way tryna’ get out

[refrain]
i’m the [?], tryna’ f+ck a roll, a lot of sh+t on my mind
when the work keeps mind a ball
evil, evil, evil
when i see blank faces, sittin’ in the room for the people (people, people, people)
[outro]
alone, same ones, gang in the toilet doin’ up grub (yeah, grub)
alone, same ones, gang in the toilet doin’ up grub
white line, red rum, i couldn’t mean [?]

- nxxxxxs jeshi lyrics

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