[Verse 1]
Filling up my cups to the brim cah
I done had enough for a din any
Vice wanna usher it in cah I'm carrying this load on a buffering ting
Ion wanna weep
Rather run the streets
If I die I know the guys will honour me
With the same pain I display when I’m on a beat
Speaking honestly
Hold a double cup
Try double up
Like Mase and I'm stuck in this place
When I look in your eyes all I see is your waist
Preeing on my pain like novocaine
I'm sayin’
I been sayin' since dad caught a case
And my youth ain't wait
So it's licks by the litre whip by the crate
'Cah I lost my heart so I'm only on
[Chorus]
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[Verse 2]
Grew up on the blocks I assimilate
We done been through a lot we were led astray
Blair babies for whom the bell tolls on a hemming way
Reason with my woes with a Henny straight
We ain’t tryna hear the preaching nigga
’les it comes with some weed and ps and liquor
It's a dopamine crazy
No codeine we got lean ay
Feeling like my loss on a weekday
Recession got us fucked up
Somewhere with some lust had enough love
Vice city cah we’re living tight city
Ride wi' me for a day then see if you can judge us
Yeah I did shot bud bruv
I know debt more than I know mum's love
In a mould with the grief as a plus one
Imma run up in the streets 'til the sun’s up
[Chorus]
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