Lyrics Teardrops - Kano
Overdose
off
the
ovation
Make
a
stand
for
the
whole
nation
Dressing
room
like
the
Old
Bailey
101
dogs
and
they
ain't
dalmatians
Knock
you
down,
take
your
money
like
a
donation
But
why
they
think
that
was
the
morals
we
was
all
raised
with?
Screwface
can't
save
faces
They
only
saving
graces
At
least
it
was
saving
papers
But
there
ain't
no
safe
haven
If
they
can
spray
paint
"Nigga"
on
Lebron
James'
crib
That
means
a
black
card
ain't
shit
when
that's
the
shade
your
face
is
So
basically,
we're
Kunta
Kinte's
in
some
Cuban
links
The
Balenciaga's
didn't
blend
us
in
We're
here
now,
word
to
God's
Gift
They
shoulda
never
let
us
in
the
game
then
And
know
I'll
back
my
brothers
'til
my
last
breath
They
left
a
Hennessy
on
the
pavement
Ever
see
me
go
on
the
pavement?
Face
on
the
floor,
would
you
help
a
brother
change
his
Circumstances
hurt
the
hardest,
ballers
never
made
it
Black
pitch
famous
So
east
side
like
Mr
fucking
Avis
You
would
never
school
me
if
I
scoop
up
something
famous
And
you
won't
catch
me
with
Julie
and
the
vaders
Man,
the
real
made
us,
man
don't
worry
'bout
no
paigons
If
you
ain't
got
above
80,
don't
worry
what
my
rate
is
You
ain't
fucking
got
the
faintest
Man
don't
show
off,
it's
just
to
show
the
mandem
they
can
make
it
Coming
from
the
city
where
the
slipperiest
of
snakes
live
Village
has
to
raise
its
Young
kings
and
queens
to
believe
their
greatness
Fed
up
of
police
stations
ID
parading
'cause,
well,
I
ain't
be
mistaken
Just
'cause
I
lead
the
baiters
While
we
sly,
paedos
raping
Big
man
like
you
Brogues
and
a
big
boy
black
suit
and
a
gangster
platoon
What's
a
man
supposed
to
do?
We
have
complained
to
the
police
about
the
police
and
nothing's
been
done
We
have
complained
to
judges
about
judges
and
nothing's
been
done
Now
it
is
time
to
do
something
ourselves
In
love
and
war
All
is
fair
where
I'm
from
The
weak
won't
last
A
week
in
shoes
like
our
ones
When
it
rains
it
pours
Hoodies
all
summer
'Cause
teardrops
from
the
sky
Only
seem
to
fall
on
you
and
I
Used
to
do
rates
for
Ingrid
Wafer-thin
envelope
with
eighty
quids
in
I
paid
my
dues
now
pay
me
plenty
And
me
and
Hollow
on
the
phone
talkin'
So
trade
a
verse,
limited
tax
No
way
to
swerve,
too
legit
That's
chrome
paper
berks
in
the
crib,
thanks
No
wasted,
burnt
energies,
facts
No
haters,
serve
enemies,
rats
Go
chased
and
cursed,
devil-rigged
crack
Crack
cocaine
then
turf
penalties
flat
Old
names,
that
curb
legendary
rash
No
chain
but
shit's
still
a
G,
lads
No
game
or
learnt
chivalry
snaps
No
faces
burnt
in
the
bees'
mass
Curate
them,
hurt
infancy
sad
Those
days
concerned
sisters
be
trapped
Most
days
absurd,
bigotry,
black
No
days
off,
work
literally,
raps
No
way,
that's
verse
liberty
Shoebox
memories
Reebok
workouts
and
dungarees
We
used
to
dream
'bout
the
most
frivolous
of
things
'Til
we
bought
the
most
ridiculous
of
rings
Now
we're
just
tryna
keep
our
bredrin's
out
the
bin
Side
talk,
everyone's
a
guy
until
a
guy
walks
in
Louder,
crabs
in
the
barrel
and
survival
ting
We
could
all
go
clear,
who
taught
us
musical
chairs?
There's
enough
seats
for
everybody
mate
'Til
then,
we
can't
reach
nowhere,
truss
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