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smiler - turned out fine lyrics

[verse 1: smiler]
tom ford velvet moccasins and purple label
discussin’ land and options at the boss’ table
yac in the tumbler, glass a third full, my world’s a whirlpool
preein’ my rearview, ecstatic that i got the bird call
at the crossroads l went straight, chasin’ my cheque
london city, do or die, i had to take my respect
runnin’ my fingers down the nape of my neck
then back up again, the stubble’s calmin’
reminiscin’, took some scars and beefed with youngers from my rival ends
my cl!ck, a few remained, the rest were just recycled friends
borеrs galore, we’d rarely ridе with skengs
some sh+t we did, i’m glad we did as kids and did prior to men
light jackings for phones, bashers, and flight jackets
etchin’ my name on bus front windows
warrin’ with racists, went to school where stephen lawrence was took
age eleven, would be a lie to say my parents weren’t shook
woolwich all i’ve ever known, i got the fabric embedded
i just count my lucky stars none of my circle weren’t deaded
simba, ym, blockbuster, zone, the equitable
but my brain always took my feet to right where the bread is
if i could time travel back and live it once more
of what i did and done saw, if i could live an encore
my advice to my younger self is make more riches
relive the fun again, and take more pictures
[chorus: smiler]
look at how simple it was when we were young
big dreamer but could always find me where my k!llys be
no responsibilities, just women and drugs
still, we turned out fine, look at what we become
look at how simple it was when we were young
big dreamer but could always find me where my k!llys be
no responsibilities, just women and drugs
still, we turned out fine, look at what we become

[verse 2: crafty]
yeah, yeah
yeah
another day, the same old sh+t
sick of this road ting, you know the same old fiends
i still see the same old beans
that means gyal for these new man on the scene
yeah, bare kids no baby father
i’m with the mother to my kids now, who would you rather?
huh, the block’s hot like lava
i’m dippin’ on the back road, feel like a sauna
fiends ’round the corner keep bellin’ my phone
i got my girl on the other phone, baby, come home
it’s all a mad ting, real life, no actin’
i come from the slums, man never had tings
not a d+mn thing, we had to go and rob man
rather build a line than go and get a job, fam
the streets on lock, fam, that’s all a man cared about
sixteen, your mum didn’t know your whereabouts
the road’s scary now, young breddas movin’ hot
the road’s long, i’m too grown fam, movin’ on
my crew is on big tings, f+ck beef, i’m past that
f+ck the road ting, food up my ass crack
i laugh at breddas, fake n+ggas and fake k!llers
breddas stuck in the past, my n+ggas make skrilla
whose name’s realer? craf+boogie, the page k!lla
my flow tight like skinny jeans, i raise h+lla
[chorus: smiler]
look at how simple it was when we were young
big dreamer but could always find me where my k!llys be
no responsibilities, just women and drugs
still, we turned out fine, look at what we become
look at how simple it was when we were young
big dreamer but could always find me where my k!llys be
no responsibilities, just women and drugs
still, we turned out fine, look at what we become

- smiler lyrics

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