Knucks - 21 Candles текст песни

I've been wavy from a baby you can ask my pop

He said welcome to the world I said "my darg what up"

I wore my pampers below my waist

And I think the nurses still know my

Face cos I asked them to hold a taste

I been a thug, sipping Lipton from a sippy cup

Even in the sandbox you niggas still couldn't sit with us

Young menace I was everyone's handful

And now I'm here staring at 21 candles

Its funny how shit turn out,

Friendships and relationships ain't work out

Set a bridge on fire till it burns out

Had some problems I was trying to work out

While you was probably tweeting at your bird's house

Burning herbs up in the work house

Chatting to Estelle she trying to

Get me round at her house to herb out

Then there was Agatha, told her hold her shakara

Fam this hmm hmm girl will get the pampana

What you bluffing, thought that I was cuffing

Girl you should apply some Robb, Vicks or Robitussin

Killing man, I'm ruthless when I rhyme inna di function

Chewing on a toothpick while I'm lining up they coffins

Fake MC's my g I see them in abundance

Its like the worth of words is getting cheaper by the dozen

Or was there even realness in the first place

Aye yo spark another one man its my birthday

Shit

All the realists make a toast, middle fingers to the most

Still running through the six like drake tho

And the snakes still slithering like draco

She weren't trying to spend the night because she say I'm young

I'm like ok you 25 but now I'm 21

You stupid, past affiliations with a Judas

I can tell she lying like she Lucious

But its like people love to stab me in my back

So many times I walk around with daggers in my back

But yo I'm glad I had my back, Its best you have your own yo

Madness in the postcode has shown a nigga the roads cold

My flows colder than stone cold out with no coat

And makes you feel the wave like you left the coast in an old boat

Get me tho, you wouldn't find me vybzing with just any hoe

She said she'll never let me go

Remember never having crap I was hella broke

Now my crep game fat like its Terio

And they'll all kill 'em

You can try them but can't walk in them

Chilling with four women in pure linen

With dior trimming, my thoughts are all written

Realest, you can't chat to my lyrics like they got autism

Man they couldn't test me on my worst day

Haters will be haters till they turn grey

Aye N pour me up something man its my birthday

All the realists make a toast, middle fingers to the most

Knucks - 21 Candles

Текст песни 21 Candles - Knucks