Lyrics Big For Your Boots (Clean) - WORKOUT

In your town t-
In your town t-
In your town to
Night

You're gettin' way too big for your boots
You're never too big for the boot
I've got the big size 12's in my feet
Your face ain't big for my boot

Skeng track, kick up the yout
Man know that I kick up the yout
'Dem boy dare tried twist up the truth
How dare you twist up the truth? Look

You're gettin' way too big for your boots
You're never too big for the boot
I've got the big size 12's in my feet
Your face ain't big for my boot

Skeng track, kick up the yout
Man know that I kick up the yout
'Dem boy dare tried twist up the truth
How dare you twist up the truth?

Wanna come round here like a badboy? Do it (yeah)
Bun all the talking, go on then, do it (yeah)
Running through the party, bottle of Bacardi
Bro's in my ear sayin', "Stormz, don't do it" (huh)

Devil on my shoulder, I don't lack (whoa)
Hit 'em with a crowbar, I don't scrap (yes)
Even when I'm sober, I'm so gassed
I see you ride but there's no car and no mash
(What you talkin' 'bout?)

Clown, stand down (yeah)
Never had a MAC-10 nor a trey pound (yeah)
You were never bad then, you ain't bad now
Never had the MAC then, little n-, back down

Wait, I saw bare kicks, saw bare clothes
Said f- that, I can't wear those
I don't like them, they're not my ting
They went silent, they're all weirdos

Like yeah, Stormz gone clear (yeah, yeah)
Never had a Tom Ford or a Moncler (yeah)
Mandem are calm, but you see my don there?
Tell 'em, don't do it, don't dare

Don't care who you know from my block (my block)
You're not Al Capone, you'll get boxed (get boxed)
They can take my car and my creps (my creps)
I'll still do the road in my socks

Like who's gonna stop me? You? Him?
Weed in a cigarette, blue slims
Don't be an idiot, move smart
I've been killin' it, new king

They ain't ready for my new stuff
You're a p- by yourself, go and group up
And when Krept went States for the BETs
I was covering Krept like a bootcut

Ith mad, that's a family ting, straight family ting
Dem man are broke, no salary ting
Had a peng ting called Amy
Telling me to come round hers on a Valerie ting

Hashtag, MerkyAcademy ting
Coming like art in a gallery ting
'Dem boy dere wanna chat about bars
Wanna chat about crud but, but, but

You're gettin' way too big for your boots
You're never too big for the boot
I've got the big size 12's in my feet
Your face ain't big for my boot

Skeng track, kick up the yout
Man know that I kick up the yout
'Dem boy dare tried twist up the truth
How dare you twist up the truth? Yeah

I'm too hot
Drug money in my shoebox
I'm the man of the house, and my shows sold out
Like the brudda from the Boondocks

Beats 1 in my boombox
Still steal meat from the stew pot
Mandem go sick when my tune drops
Little man, that's a Hublot, not a Hublot

What? Pronounce it right, you p-
I go mad, yeah, I'm down to die for this
I don't care, bro, I'm down to pipe your chick
Mad stressed, so I'm bound to light my spliffs

Wait, (wait), I'm bound to ride for Flipz
Real Gs gonna ride around to this
Man, I've got no time to write a diss
I never left my nine-to-five for this Wasteman ting

I don't care what rave mans in
I came here to relax but if it gets mad
Make a young boy take man's tings

Try tell me I'm way too big to rebel? (What)
Nah, man, you're never too big to rebel (what)
I was in the O2 singin' my lungs out
Rude boy, you're never too big for Adele

Leave my yard, blow a kiss to my girl (girl)
Salute to my sister as well
Gotta keep trophies down at my mum's bit
Man, I'm getting way too big for my shelf

Man, I see bare MCs wanna sideline
But I still got a couple bangers in the pipeline
Man, I've got grown men at-ing me bulls-
You're gettin' way too old for the timeline

You're gettin' way too old for a diss (for a diss)
Should've looked after your kids (your kids)
Get out the booth, go home to your son (son)
It's never too late to commit

It's like, man, love put my name in a bar
Random flight, get a plane to Qatar
This year, I learnt how to take care of business
Next year, I'll learn how to play the guitar

You're gettin' way too big for your boots
You're never too big for the boot
I've got the big size 12's in my feet
Your face ain't big for my boot

Skeng track, kick up the yout
Man know that I kick up the yout
'Dem boy dare tried twist up the truth
How dare you twist up the truth? Look

You're gettin' way too big for your boots
You're never too big for the boot
I've got the big size 12's in my feet
Your face ain't big for my boot

Skeng track, kick up the yout
Man know that I kick up the yout
'Dem boy dare tried twist up the truth
How dare you twist up the truth?

In-ooh, in, in, in your town
In-ooh, in, in, in your town
In-ooh, in, in, in your town
In-ooh, in, ooh, ooh, -night