Lyrics Dtrv2 - AYLØ

Don't believe it if it bites your soul
So many been in brightest wars
Darken the riddim with the lightest words
Don't wanna see this for long
Outta every corner could be villains in the night
One ting lead to two, into three into five
Tell 'em what fi do, let me see when it's ripe
I never licked a wound, let it bleed till it's fine

Lead to the blind
Many many roads for deceit to disguise
Carry on ma cross no retreat no retire
Ready with me soul so me sleep in me Nikes

P's and the pies
Regular resorts on the scene it's a hype
But they never tell you more than you need that the lie

She likes
Rovers
Riders
Wickedest of motives
Life
My type, don't you reckon I should call her

She likes
Rovers
Riders
Wickedest of motives
Life
My type, don't you reckon I should call her

Don't you reckon I should call?
Don't you reckon I should call?
One, two, three when you're ready for the one
When you're really in the mood, really wanna go
Run until you meet the one that's ready for your all
With the wickedest one, when the record is done