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weirdoe - stuck in the mud lyrics

(you know harlz made it)

[verse 1]
look, let me tell you ’bout ends
we was all eastern district, living in trenches
run every time that we seen reflectives
tryna dodge tax ’cause this sh+t’s expensive
n0body ever asked me if my mental health’s ever been affected
learnt to survive ’cause that’s what’s expected
tick come late now we’re breaking еntries
remembеr rockstars tryna peep through fences
never know what to expect
feds been about, get a stop and search
and we was no strangers to routine checks
undercover, now man call them undies
back then we used to call them sids
that’s c.i.d if you don’t know that
i remember getting chased down as a kid
asked for my name, i don’t know who i am
asked for my address, i don’t know where i live
copper and lead in abandoned buildings
easy raise when the ting gets stripped
cash in hand, we was ringing up mush
’cause them man get a better price at the tip
and we’ve seen every trick so we can’t be scammed
always had a marker for the counterfeit
seen struggle and grief all up in these streets
but bro said that i can’t show remorse
money come right for the grind of course
so hold it down ’cause it’s all for the cause
i knew about the teef on the ends
that will leave you with nothing but your laminate floors
tryna survive, can’t abide by laws
can’t get it by luck, gotta get it by force
[hook]
trust me, it ain’t nutting like the try to portray
i was stuck in my ways, what the f+ck can i say?
reminiscing about the times back then
’cause lately i’ve been feeling my age
why the h+ll would i wanna be a trapstar?
f+ck that, i’d rather be a star on stage
but if you wanna take man for a fool then it’s cool
there’s a time and place

[verse 2]
okay, let me spin it
i weren’t about this music ting for a minute
i was tryna live life init
i had the whole ting weighed to the digit
yeah, you get the point
it was all points, no snitching
i ain’t gonna talk and point
it was on point
they want to score, not score in points
remember seeing rockstars putting coke in joints
i remember these nitties tryna pay with coins
swear i’d go mad if you knocked at my door
remember feds tryna drag me to the floor
government couldn’t give a f+ck about us
i remember it was chaos in thatchwell court
we had to learn how to hustle ourselves
’cause mum’s paying bills that she can’t afford
i remember i used to roll with a cosh
’cause man got jealous and moves got watched
and i know every dog’s gotta have their day
and every risk that you take must come with a cost
i ain’t stupid bruv
from the bits where man get nabbed at the back of the shops
and couldn’t give a toss about who you was
no ‘excuse me’, tell a guy move you mug
this life be crazy
it will spit you out when it chews you up
i was growing up not knowing who to trust
i was never guaranteed what my future was
thank god that i’ve still got sanity
it’s not like i didn’t lose enough
so god forgive me if i lose the plot
bro you don’t know what this music does
[hook]
trust me, it ain’t nutting like the try to portray
i was stuck in my ways, what the f+ck can i say?
reminiscing about the times back then
’cause lately i’ve been feeling my age
why the h+ll would i wanna be a trapstar?
f+ck that, i’d rather be a star on stage
but if you wanna take man for a fool then it’s cool
there’s a time and place

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