Songtexte Purple Sky - Ghetts , Wretch 32

Back up, nah I ain't looking no ad-libs
These likkle man ain't putting no badness
I am on a fully grown madness
Could be you that the bullet hole catches
Manaman looking so anti
Them boy there, they can't stand me
And I swear down that I couldn't hold back, G
And let the pussyholes have me
If I was you, I wouldn't go at me
I remember when you couldn't go McD's
Then he went jail and they took his whole canteen
I wonder if she meant it
If she meant it, she's demented
This kind of confidence can't be dented
Oh my Lord, I'm offended
I don't like war, you're friending
I smell a war is pending
You know the story's ending
All four of your bredrins on the floor and dem tings
Try make an axe in the temple look accidental
You're not mad, stop acting mental
You came back and they jacked your rental
Used to go mad with the pencil, now I just headtop bars
You got chest, not heart
You got less, not half
Let's not start
Look out the window
You wan' know who put out your info?
Dum-dums when I pull out the limo
Mi say look how this ting go
Tongue so sharp, who could I insult?
Ran so fast, that boy could've been Bolt
Me, I'm from the school of hard knocks and bottles of Vimto

They'll find out when I
Show them why they're colourblind
White girls with black bums
Niggas telling white lies
Wasted on the red rum
I can see the purple sky
They're green cah they're envious
Cah they ain't seeing no light

Mandem pull up and they say "wagwan"
I say "yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah"
Pull out the willy, back to war
I say "yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah"
Anybody try to test my side, I got that
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Pull up, skrrt, skrrt
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Too much sauce
That girl give me head and now I got too much thoughts
Stuck a few tracksuits up north
Train at 6 but I be in the station way before the clock hits 2 plus 4
Used to get the night bus, 214
Now I pull up in a 2 seater, lonely
Jump in, there's room for one more
Who you love more?
You look super unsure
Oh, you live in them opps' ends
You don't know what I'd do to come yours
I break rules amongst laws
Cause they can't stop you, K becomes sword
So I'm outside and I'm tooting my horn
Every beat I risk losing it all
Late night, unsuitable call

They'll find out when I
Show them why they're colourblind
White girls with black bums
Niggas telling white lies
Wasted on the red rum
I can see the purple sky
They're green cah they're envious
Cah they ain't seeing no light

Mandem pull up and they say "wagwan"
I say "yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah"
Pull out the willy, back to war
I say "yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah"
Anybody try to test my side, I got that
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Pull up, skrrt, skrrt
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Man are gonna hold onto that like a piece of vacation, you know
Or they're gonna hold onto that like one of dem ones
And you can tour, it's your choice
If you wanna tour this for the rest of your life
You can tour this for the rest of your life
But if you wanna put out more records, that's up to you
But it's an option, bro
Niggas be acting like we've got the option
We ain't got the option, bro
Niggas gotta work
Man haffi work, bro
You know what I'm saying?