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remy jude - where u from? lyrics

my head’s got a vice
it’s a hydraulic press
f-ck a krypto-kurrency
my life ain’t monetary
if i want to score then
it’s strictly top binners
kickin with some sinners
till i know we ain’t winners
quit the smoke and
you’re still depressed
lovers biting feelings
feel the whole in your chest
but get in to this
we gon’ handle the bis
charmer slight of hand
with a fl!ck of the wrist
that’s a loose cannon
who could never fathom
to light the fuze
tell my boys i’d have him
slowly and surely
remy’s losing the plot
stuck in this cycle
where i’m my own rival

it’s more than time for a change
feeling lame
work dead hours
while u burn down the stage
music is the only sight
where i’m forward thinking
it’s happiness
the lack of it
the causes of the drinking
indulge in the misery
till i feel the kid in me
screaming
f-ck the world
billie jean
is an industry
imma picky writer
with a handful of rhymes
manipulate the city
till it’s takeover time
beating thru the core
of the lodge lane terraces
raw fire beats
we put the music to the street
bike my way to jermyn
food craving
brothers and sisters
plate saving
their sh-t is the realness
my spot has the feels in
we’re a family
got the ends out the window
with a fireworks fight
it’s raw in the night
but the head’s held high
because we’re all in it
f-ck a thatcherite
love thy neighbour
till i die
friday i’m getting twisted
blitzin every happening
to the sum of one
dodging my p/o
till i’m on the run
this mac’s my 3p0
i’m spitting stars and sun
till i put me on shine
plotting in the corners
till it’s hunting time
brain in the vat
salty veins
preserved in brine
crazy dumb
ithe questions go deeper
still listen to my voice
emma keeper

where you from, son?
where you from?
i hear southern accent
but i’m digging the songs
yes sir, i do what i want
spit my ‘w’s all proper
like what do you want?

i started spitting
from the day i was birthed, right
young whippersnappers dream
to be heard
was a birth rite
that and kicking ball
though at school
he was nerd type
till he saw the world
for the world and the
world’s tight
how does it feel to be naturally gifted?
it’s like getting topped off, squire
it’s uplifting
you get shown the ropes and
then you put a shift in
grafting after business
romance and the lipsing
i’m a right state
hold me to the chair
corking up the pressure
until i feel my temper flair
and then i’ll hurt in a room on my own
is it doom or despair
i don’t care
get me out of here
these streets are mine
cause i’m comfy on my own
and that’s the d-mn truth
i’m so far from home
yet we’re deep in a scene
believe in a team
where music comes first
and beat brakes are clean

where you from, son?
where you from?
i hear southern accent
but i’m digging the songs
yes sir, i do what i want
spit my ‘w’s all proper
like what do you want?

- remy jude lyrics

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