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45 SMOKE

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  • 作词 : slowthai/Kwes Darko
    作曲 : slowthai/Kwes Darko
    We up top (Uh)
    Rise and shine, let’s get it
    Bombaclaat (Bomba), dickhead, bombaclaat (Bomba), dickhead (Bomba)
    I used to jack cars with a Phillips
    Speak patois in case somebody listens (What was that?)
    And I got new books so the crib’s get christened
    Shoot, they glisten, now they pitchin’, who you kiddin’?
    Gettin’ expend on the shoes, more fittin’
    Council flat and a cling film ting
    White shoes on the mat, got new carpet
    Nike tracksuit, got it for a bargain
    Got mums in my ear like a drill sergeant
    They say, “Time is money,” guess I’m bidin’ mine
    So I never walk alone like Merseyside
    Your kilo come parcel size, too many option, I can’t decide
    Always gotta smile, in crucial times
    And I always run wild, couldn’t find my tribe
    I used to rock Lyle & Scott, violent punk from the Eastern side
    Doublin’ ’til the day I die, keep doublin’, tryna multiply
    Money to me like shit for a fly
    So I stay gettin’ P ’cause the world is mine
    The .45 smoke, the .45 smoke (The whole world is mine)
    The .45 smoke, the .45 smoke (Mine)
    The .45 smoke, the .45 smoke
    The .45 smoke, the .45 smoke
    The .45 smoke, the .45 smoke
    The .45 smoke, the .45 smoke
    The .45 smoke, the .45 smoke
    The .45 smoke, the .45 smoke
    ‘Cause I grew up round shotters, coppers, alcoholics, drinking Foster’s, anabolic
    Raid your mums and spliff no blunt, here to bust you and your mums
    Always rain, don’t see no sun, take me for cunt, get nine-two long
    Fee fo fum, is nothing long, people think I’m Satan’s son
    Shotters, coppers, alcoholics, drinking Foster’s, anabolic
    Raid your mums and spliff no blunt, here to bust you and your mums
    Always rain don’t see no sun take me for cunt get nine-two long
    Fee fo fum, is nothing long, people think I’m Satan’s son
  • [00:00.000] 作词 : slowthai/Kwes Darko
    [00:01.000] 作曲 : slowthai/Kwes Darko
    [00:13.850] We up top (Uh)
    [00:14.391] Rise and shine, let’s get it
    [00:16.620] Bombaclaat (Bomba), dickhead, bombaclaat (Bomba), dickhead (Bomba)
    [00:18.861] I used to jack cars with a Phillips
    [00:20.600] Speak patois in case somebody listens (What was that?)
    [00:22.336] And I got new books so the crib’s get christened
    [00:24.342] Shoot, they glisten, now they pitchin’, who you kiddin’?
    [00:27.132] Gettin’ expend on the shoes, more fittin’
    [00:29.182] Council flat and a cling film ting
    [00:30.885] White shoes on the mat, got new carpet
    [00:32.956] Nike tracksuit, got it for a bargain
    [00:35.034] Got mums in my ear like a drill sergeant
    [00:36.257] They say, “Time is money,” guess I’m bidin’ mine
    [00:38.022] So I never walk alone like Merseyside
    [00:39.822] Your kilo come parcel size, too many option, I can’t decide
    [00:43.718] Always gotta smile, in crucial times
    [00:45.308] And I always run wild, couldn’t find my tribe
    [00:47.264] I used to rock Lyle & Scott, violent punk from the Eastern side
    [00:49.188] Doublin’ ’til the day I die, keep doublin’, tryna multiply
    [00:54.477] Money to me like shit for a fly
    [00:56.134] So I stay gettin’ P ’cause the world is mine
    [00:58.257] The .45 smoke, the .45 smoke (The whole world is mine)
    [01:03.712] The .45 smoke, the .45 smoke (Mine)
    [01:05.087] The .45 smoke, the .45 smoke
    [01:08.859] The .45 smoke, the .45 smoke
    [01:12.518] The .45 smoke, the .45 smoke
    [01:16.023] The .45 smoke, the .45 smoke
    [01:19.807] The .45 smoke, the .45 smoke
    [01:23.336] The .45 smoke, the .45 smoke
    [01:27.008] ‘Cause I grew up round shotters, coppers, alcoholics, drinking Foster’s, anabolic
    [01:30.929] Raid your mums and spliff no blunt, here to bust you and your mums
    [01:34.540] Always rain, don’t see no sun, take me for cunt, get nine-two long
    [01:38.289] Fee fo fum, is nothing long, people think I’m Satan’s son
    [01:41.873] Shotters, coppers, alcoholics, drinking Foster’s, anabolic
    [01:45.518] Raid your mums and spliff no blunt, here to bust you and your mums
    [01:49.097] Always rain don’t see no sun take me for cunt get nine-two long
    [01:52.779] Fee fo fum, is nothing long, people think I’m Satan’s son