Текст песни Social Distancing - Modeselektor , Flohio

Grace (Okay), grace
It's goin' down, got a new escape
I got a double S on my facemask (Ayy)
Try keep it contained (Oi), heard you pray
Heard you wanna get saved
Get dropped like an heart attack
Run along, refrained from lookin' back, I mind
Sick, I'm bad to the bone and emotional
Did a year of this course to control it all, warned you
Way too chilled and incredible
Pick what you ridicule then get rid of you
Smoke in my lungs when I'm standin' up, pedestal
The flow, flow one that F is gonna fuck wit' you for life (Fucker)
Bitch, don't ask me why when I'm in it (Uh-uh)
Wrist to your face, motherfucker, I'm a menace
I ain't never been a bully, but my body to your body
I block you like Dennis (Woah), throw you up like vomit (Yeah)

Press that, press that
I got one like nine lives
Babe, gimme that adrenaline
Think I got blood in my red wine
And I got a rod in my right hand
Na-na, na-na
One like nine lives
Babe, gimme that— (Ooh)
Think I got blood in my red wine
And I got a rod in my right hand
Na-na, na-na
Press that, press that
And I got one like nine lives
Babe, gimme that adrenaline
Think I got blood in my red wine

I would not deny (Flow) you for the night (Check)
Look, I been askin' for these things to align (Come on)
Loads in my brain, that's a mood for my mind
When you do fall in love, that shit is a fright (Facts)
Uh, these figures that I just acquired
I'm too real, uh, never my attire
I ain't never been tired (Uh-uh), just a little bit hammered (Fire)
Jump out this ride and into the hammer
You spazzin', don't amend my manners
You know I ain't lackin' (Uh-uh), hate when that happens
You goin' bananas (Yeah-yeah), zero to savage
You can't even salvage the rest of this wreckage
You can't ever manage, load that I'm packin'
I came from the gutter, the fuck is relaxin'?
Mum hate when I talk that (Mummy)
But she raised a baby that don't ever take crap
So come off my back, nigga, this ain't no horse ride (Ooh)

Press that, press that
I got one like nine lives
Babe, gimme that adrenaline
Think I got blood in my red wine
And I got a rod in my right hand
Na-na, na-na
One like nine lives
Babe, gimme that— (Ooh)
Think I got blood in my red wine
And I got a rod in my right hand
Na-na, na-na
Press that, press that
And I got one like nine lives
Babe, gimme that adrenaline
Think I got blood in my red wine (Ha)

Ooh, ooh, inside
Hit the lights, do it right
Skin dark, melanise
Orange rice, hood my heart
Pay us out, mum is proud
Read my palms (Huh)
In the South, bro's outside
Pushin' bikes, rubber bands
That shit snaps, too much pounds
On my life, I ain't ever count this much cash (Huh)
Hmm, I just love to renovate
Come inside, smash up plates
Hold your face, boot your cage (Hmm)
Listen, when the day breaks
Whenever we get together, that day is my getaway
London-land, Brotherland (Huh), I'm defendin' mine
Metal prisms through the skies, guess which one I fly
Received too much shit that I didn't want
Now I'm comin' for everything that I ever wanted (Ooh)

Press that, press that
I got one like nine lives
Babe, gimme that adrenaline
Think I got blood in my red wine
And I got a rod in my right hand
Na-na, na-na
One like nine lives
Babe, gimme that– (Ooh)
Think I got blood in my red wine
And I got a rod in my right hand
Na-na, na-na
Press that, press that
And I got one like nine lives
Babe, gimme that adrenaline
Think I got blood in my red wine (Ha, ooh)