Lyrics Corn on the Curb (Live) - Skepta
Everyday,
bro,
we've
gotta
stay
battling
Gotta
stay
fighting,
gotta
stay
striving
Gotta
stay
dreaming,
gotta
stay
believing
Gotta
stay
scheming
I
broke
down
a
few
more
barricades
Got
me
a
few
more
accolades
Used
to
look
forward
to
the
weekend
Now
every
day's
like
Saturday
Surrounded
by
stars
Come
chill
with
the
constellation
Then
she
asked
me
what
my
real
name
was
And
killed
the
conversation
Sometimes
I've
gotta
scratch
my
head
Like
big
man
ting
on
a
level
Only
my
mum
and
dad
call
me
Junior
What
makes
you
so
special?
No
Rolex
timepiece
No
Hublot
kettle
But
still
I
know
when
it's
time
to
jump
in
the
car
Put
the
foot
to
the
pedal
like
Yeah,
I
don't
care
about
VIP
I've
got
very
important
places
to
be
While
I'm
asleep,
I'm
making
a
beat
Girls
in
the
house
getting
naked
for
me
What
I'm
tryna
say
is
basically
Never
get
a
joke
man
mistaken
for
me
Corn
on
the
curb
if
a
man
diss
me
My
niggas
got
the
biscuits
in
T
Santa
Claus
used
to
miss
my
house
So
I
decorated
my
own
Christmas
tree
Ring
man's
phone
if
he
think's
it's
beef
What
do
you
mean,
"who
is
this,
blud?"
It's
me
My
niggas
been
on
crime
Don't
get
it
twisted
cause
I
don't
beef
online
My
niggas
violent,
my
niggas
loopy
Something
you
ain't
seen
on
Vine
I
don't
want
a
like,
I
don't
want
a
follow
Diss
me
today,
link
me
tomorrow
I've
got
goons
that
can't
leave
the
country
Above
the
law,
under
obbo
I
know
pain,
I
know
sorrow
I
know
empty,
I
know
hollow
I
just
flew
my
Gs
out
to
Amsterdam
And
I
told
them
"thank
me
tomorrow"
Cuh
man
have
been
in
the
kitchen
Experimenting
with
the
whipping
And
you
see,
the
road
ting
and
the
music
ain't
mixing
Would've
thought
man
was
playing
baseball
Way
man
are
outside
pitching
Never
been
a
punk,
never
been
a
victim
Wanna
hate
on
me?
Wanna
hate
on
Storm?
Fuck
that,
let
the
kings
in
I
start
ringing
MCs
Go
radio,
I
start
swinging
MCs
I
was
in
the
trenches,
everyday
grinding
You
couldn't
say
a
man
weren't
bringing
MCs
I
will
pick
up
the
phone,
start
ringing
MCs
Bars
inna
my
touch,
bringing
MCs
They
know
I've
got
Skeppy
on
my
team
We
were
on
road,
living
it,
skilling
MCs
Producers,
plus
we
are
living
MCs
Bare
vibes
we
have
given
MCs
I
was
there
back
in
the
day
when
it
was
garage
And
them
man
said
they
wanna
get
rid
of
MCs
But
them
man
couldn't
get
rid
of
MCs
Cause
since
then,
we've
become
bigger
MCs
Some
MC
debts
Skibadee,
Baseman
and
Trigga
MC
Yeah,
us
man
are
blazing
powers
Them
man
are
blazing
Benson
My
bredrin
said
it's
his
birthday
Took
him
onstage
with
Drake
and
Section
Hate
my
niggas
cause
every
day,
it's
another
great
invention
Wanna
talk
about
loot?
Then
I
bring
the
loot
out
Talk
about
shootout?
Better
be
a
shootout
like
a
western
Cause
I
don't
fear
no
man
Think
you're
a
killer
but
your
name
ain't
Cam
Oi,
pussyhole,
don't
look
in
my
span
Cause
you
might
get
shot
on
the
road
like
28
gram
And
you
know
who
I
am
Shower
man
down
like
Fireman
Sam
Drive
to
your
ends
on
a
two-year
ban
With
Solo
in
the
transit
van
Nah,
you
can't
diss
my
mum
Shots
start
fly
out
and
man
get
bun
Fling
on
my
black
garments
and
dun
Dry
skin
between
my
index
finger
and
thumb
I
hate
man
like
a
nun
That's
why
I
wanna
buy
a
haunted
gun
Can't
get
killed
before
I
get
to
see
my
son
Them
tings
can't
run
They
got
me
thirsty
for
blood
again
They
got
me
talking
crud
again
They
got-
Yo,
fam
Yo,
Chip
Talk
to
me,
man
Where
are
you,
though?
Who
are
you
with?
I'm
on
my
Js,
blud
Sound,
man.
This
ting
has
got
me,
blud,
I'm
not
gonna
lie,
fam.
I'm
not
gonna
front,
fam.
Mad
pressures
from
every
angle,
fam
Yeah?
It's
come
like
I'm
too
ambitious
to
be
with
the
mandem
on
the
road
but,
I'm...
like...
I
can't
be
up
there
with
them
people
either...
you
know
what
I'm
saying?
I'm
too
black
to
be
up
there,
you
see
what
I'm
saying,
fam?
I
don't
know,
I
feel
like...
I
feel
like
I'm
in
limbo,
Chippy.
I
feel
like
I'm
in
limbo,
fam
Fam,
you're
going
mad,
fam.
I've
been,
I've
been
waiting
to
speak
to
you,
fam.
You're
going
way
too
mad,
fam.
Like
what
the
fuck
did
you
mean
like
you
don't
know
why
I
mentioned
your
name,
fam?
Like
North
London,
fam.
You
got
the
call
from
God
to
do
something
deeper,
bro.
Like,
go
got
the
call
to
go
and
make
everyone
look
at
everything
else
that
is
happening
over
here,
fam.
You
get
me?
That's
a
deeper
calling,
bro.
Like
them
callings
there,
it's
not
everyone's
phone
that
gets
that
ring
ring
there,
you
see
what
I'm
saying,
fam?
Like
super
powers
fam,
super
charged,
bro
I
hear
that,
fam
Like
just
being
you
alone,
fam,
niggas
getting
to
watch.
You're
doing
what
you're
supposed
to
do,
bro.
Cuh
we
ain't
seen
nuttin'
like
this
happen
before.
Who's
seen
the
country
flip
on
its
head
like
this,
fam?
These
youts
don't
know
what's
going
on,
fam.
They
ain't
got
a
fucking
clue,
fam.
Independent
to
the
T,
fam.
Love,
brudda,
man.
I
needed
that
powers.
Power
up
fam,
I
don't
even
like
hearing
you
sound
like
this,
blud.
I
needed
them.
The
mission's
deeper
right
now.
Love,
brudda.
Mad.
Alright,
fam,
I'm
gonna
shout
you,
man.
What
you
saying
though,
everything
good?
Blud,
love
you
bro,
man,
just
do
what
you
gotta
do.
Man's
doing
what
I
gotta
do,
fam.
You
already
know,
bro.
Powers.
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