Bars, Please

By Capo Lee

On Stop Talk

Released on March 10, 2017

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I've got tunes on a roll

So now I'm tryna find where the root is now

We can do this tomorrow

Or fuckboy, we can do this now

I keep myself quiet

But try draw me out, I'm abusive now

We ain't cool like that anymore

We don't talk like that anymore

Straight fighting, we don't talk facts inna war

Stressed so I can't relax anymore

A thousand grams, the whole pack in drawers

Tesco bag for the nine when I package yours

Feel like Cech when I'm out in the field

Anytime, got a line I can bring right back

The bars aren't working, your boy want money

Smiling through the days that weren't even funny

Yeah, I'm old school like Panda Pop

Came out of the dark like the tramp I was

I just wanna have fun, I don't care 'bout the money

Just add the cost

Too many years in the game where I trapped it off

A lot of bars but your facts are off

Tell a man watch your mouth cause I'll bax it off

Money off shows but they tax it off

Tax it off, it's a whole new legacy

And I'm just tryna make that first

Cold nights in the trap ain't what I wanna do

I wanna break that curse

I don't wanna be that chat shit guy

Swear down, I could die from my word

I wake up with a smile on my face, bright in the morning

I wake with the birds

Raising the question of life

Is music for me? It's a gift and a curse

A few good friends in this ting

But a lot of man are fake and wanna eat off your name

I could never feel any type of way

About a next friend's progression around me, that's gay

Cuh me, I'm just owning my lane

Flows blow man away, I play dumb, I don't hear what they say

Yeah, I've had times in my life I was going round and round

Kinda felt like a circuit

The time on the road that I can't get back

I went jail on top and it weren't even worth it

Talk about me in the ends more time

Say I'm a ghost but I'm Kermit

Didn't get no degrees

But somehow Mum thinks that I'm perfect

Yeah, I sent a freestyle to Kwam

And everything changed from back in the day

I was out here, vinyls in hand

With Scope on the wing, tryna open the waves

But now I've got bars, everything's a wrap

Everybody rap but we ain't the same though

I take my name, there's no rushing the game

But call my name, you'll get brush in the game

Yeah, just like that

I'm not the one you can earn a quick stripe off

I swear down, I'll end man just like that

Yeah, just like then

I'm not the one you can earn a quick stripe off

I swear down, I'll end man just like them

Yeah, Capo, don't forget

Singalong ting's all good but

Sometimes, Capo, you've gotta write bars

Sometimes man will try draw you out but

Sometimes you've gotta just jump in your car

Sometimes she might say "tek off your shorts"

But sometimes, you've gotta just think of your gyal

Sometimes, you might want Spyro to mix

Sometimes a man ain't got the right fee

Sometimes a man wanna play upfront but

Sometimes a man ain't got the right feet

Bars, please