Текст песни Dead Leaves - slowthai
Cut
dem
off
Most
dem
ones,
can't
trust
Most
dem
ones
wanna
be
someone
It's
funny
what
they
do
in
the
club
Sharin'
hugs
"We're
best
friends,"
no
we're
not
Move
your
hand
from
my
top
I'll
peck
her
in
the
joggers
and
I
don't
even
jog
Just
a
lover
Word
to
my
mother
You're
just
undercover
See
you
watching,
quick,
unfollow
Make
my
heart
turn
hollow
Won't
be
here
tomorrow
I'm
like
the
sun,
I
rise
up
and
then
gone
Back
here
tomorrow
Clockwork
Orange
I
ain't
in
the
day
of
porridge
Don't
make
me
Chuck
Norris
'Cause
I
run
my
town
but
I'm
nothin'
like
Boris
Tyrone
for
PM
'Cause
I'm
active
AM
to
PM
Drop-top
on
the
BM
BM
drop
top
when
she
see
him
Guilt
trip,
no
deal,
we
wan'
pree
him
Crime
scene,
can't
see
me
fleein'
Sold
out
shows,
know
I
pack
coliseum
Carpe
diem,
don't
just
live
on
the
weekend
Na
books
you
can
try
fit
T
in
Locksmith,
break
the
lock,
no
key
ting
Annoying
how
your
whip
got
keys
Slowthai
might've
been
the
one
that
key'd
it
Dead
leaves,
cut
'em
off
Can't
give
me
a
chance
as
in
Tour
de
France
Just
bike
to
the
stars,
upgrade
to
a
quart
You
see,
I
felt
pain,
but
that
made
me
strong
Dead
leaves,
cut
'em
off
Can't
give
me
a
chance
as
in
Tour
de
France
Just
bike
to
the
stars,
upgrade
to
a
quart
You
see,
I
felt
pain,
but
that
made
me
strong
But
the
point
is
man's
ready
Weston
Favell
JD
ready
Was
you
born
in
a
barn?
Close
the
door,
it's
chilly
Next
door
screamin'
bad
They
got
kids,
but
they
don't
live
with
me
Replying
ad
libs
a
lot
of
badness
In
an
Audi,
rush
hour
traffic
Can't
flutter
mascara
lashes
Admit
it
'cause
you
know
it's
long
Too
many
lies,
I
don't
trust
no
one
Done
walked
through
fires
barefoot,
no
top
Yeah,
the
heat
was
fire
but
the
buck
don't
stop
Not
a
lot
goin'
on
in
North
Hampton
Shawshank
ting,
need
redemption
True
say
sellin'
drugs,
ain't
got
a
pension
Try
repent
my
sins,
but
I'm
not
a
reverend
Not
a
lot
goin'
on
in
Britain
Hot
cross
buns
and
a
posh
feelin'
Yeah,
I
love
tea,
got
a
cup
brewin
Why
you
commentatin'
on
how
I
do
it?
Silence
is
loud,
silence
my
movement
Silence
dem,
it's
about
the
movement
If
you
snakin'
me,
you
will
learn
by
force
Make
myself
snake
boots
and
I
walk
my
walk
Dead
leaves,
cut
'em
off
Can't
give
me
a
chance
as
in
Tour
de
France
Just
bike
to
the
stars,
upgrade
to
a
quart
You
see,
I
felt
pain,
but
that
made
me
strong
Dead
leaves,
cut
'em
off
Can't
give
me
a
chance
as
in
Tour
de
France
Just
bike
to
the
stars,
upgrade
to
a
quart
You
see,
I
felt
pain,
but
that
made
me
strong
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