Текст песни Landmine! - Curtisy

(Said I wouldn't but of course it's getting did again)
(Said I wouldn't, said i wouldn't,yeah)
(Said i wouldn't)
(Yeah)
(Hah!)
(Yeah)
(Hah!)

I said I wouldn't but of course it's getting did again
I'm the problem, why'd I think I need some different friends
I thought it was what it wasn't, till I flipped the lens
We were in them whips drinking, could've flipped the Benz
Lemme flip the mood
Please be careful 'bout these rappers that you listen to
I got a text from the streets, replied 'I miss ye too'
Wanting sex but you know that I've been busy boo
You know I wanna hit it too
You know I wanna be up in it
Feathers getting ruffled, I'm so 'I don't give a fuck' with it

Promoter paid me, envelope had not enough in it
I wanna cut and go make sure that no one fucks witche
Anymore
I do my dance I could mop up any floor
The plug told me he had pill's, gimme 4
It's round 5 and she told me 'gimme more'
This loud joint has me sinking in the floor
Im down had, don't eat dinner anymore
Hypochondriac, everything is sore
Not sleeping 'til everything is poured,drank
Not stopping 'til my head is on the floor
I got it from my dads side
Shit that I was destined for, fuck it then my hands tied
If it's beef, you should dead it, let it flatline
Stepping to me's like stepping on a landmine!
Catch me looking scummy, making money off a landline
Know that Curtis coming bro I put it on my mam's life
This the one, (Yup!) it's nothing like the last time
No thoughts, no fumbles, gonna grab mine
(Hah!)
I'm gonna grab it and go
Yeno Gav's a class act and my status is pro

I stabbed a half-arse rapper and i scattered the bones
I had a half a panic attack at the start of the show
This bad b*tch getting smart I'm gon' be marching her home
(Look) I live a funny life lad, I'm laughing alone
I splash it never cache it so the bag isn't growing
I hear a crackle when we're chatting, think they're tapping the phone
(Nah)
I'm being paro, need a smack to the dome
Need to relax on the drugs, but I actually won't
Im saying 'life's a fucking bitch' while I'm packing a cone
There's nothing I can do though so I'm
Back in my mode
The gas is in O's, still I pass it to no one
Just need some weed and a naggin, I can party alone
Talk nice or a slap could help you manage your tone
Wanna be famous enough for them to think that Gavin's a clone
(Nah)
Wanna be a civi' I can't handle the throne
'What if they cancel the goat?'
These are the panic's I know

What if they stop tuning in and then it's static, yeno?
What if my shit just gets worse because what's happening at home
I just wanna start the car and then go
But shit, I'm not in control
Feel like I've always been towed
Showing up to the show and I'm obviously throwed
Give a shout-out to my liver, I'd like to offer a toast
'I see you're working overtime and I'd stop but I won't
Because the drinks the only way that I can honestly cope'
I see the cops then I float
Because the drugs looking copious
And I'm not tryna boast, If I get caught then I'm toast

(Woop! Woop!)
(Young Curtis on the chatna)