Lyrics Wretch 32 – 33 Style
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All they say «you’re 33 now. Why don’t you do a 33 style?»
If I had to buy a house and a coffin in the same week
Death’s a promise, you can’t break it for no baby
I’m feeling younger, I been grown from when I was in play-scheme
Coz I weren’t even a teen when I was 18
Lately they’ve been trying to kill me in my day dreams
I’m looking forward to my nightmares
I fall asleep so I can lie there
See I feel it in the air tonight
So I ain’t even trusting Ryanair
I found a friend in my lover
I saw deceit in my brother
But found my dreams in my mother
She saw hers through her son too
Got brought home by the PC
Turned into a mac to apple undo
They’ll only push your buttons if you let ’em (If you let em)
See I swipe em to the right and then forget em (then forget em)
If my touch ID can get the entrance, I can find out your 6 figure code and get your bredrin
I’m reflecting on black mirror
And Black Panther’s a black pillar
Only thing I’m scared of is black twitter
We’re penalised, not lionised
If we all fly we can put butterflies in a caterpillar
The insect cycle is why you reject Tidal
You think that Steve Jobs likes you
You don’t like J coz he’s like you
On your date of arrival, you lost your faith in the Bible
You probably pray to your rival and BANG BANG BANG!
Have you ever spent a day in a cycle, where you’ve been chained to a cycle?
Lately they’ve been trying to kill me in my day dreams
I’m looking forward to my nightmares
I fall asleep so I can lie there
See I feel it in the air tonight
So I ain’t even trusting Ryanair
I found a friend in my lover
I saw deceit in my brother
But found my dreams in my mother
She saw hers through her son too
Got brought home by the PC
Turned into a mac to apple undo
They’ll only push your buttons if you let ’em (If you let em)
See I swipe em to the right and then forget em (then forget em)
If my touch ID can get the entrance, I can find out your 6 figure code and get your bredrin
I’m reflecting on black mirror
And Black Panther’s a black pillar
Only thing I’m scared of is black twitter
We’re penalised, not lionised
If we all fly we can put butterflies in a caterpillar
The insect cycle is why you reject Tidal
You think that Steve Jobs likes you
You don’t like J coz he’s like you
On your date of arrival, you lost your faith in the Bible
You probably pray to your rival and BANG BANG BANG!
Have you ever spent a day in a cycle, where you’ve been chained to a cycle?
My wheel of fortune was peddling, through our ends we’re unrivaled
The shotta tends to a guy ?. Older, he was my idol
He made a name for himself and then BANG, BANG, BANG!
Guess the moral of the story is priceless when you’ve got pages and names
That are nameless in cages waiting to die but they’re lifers
(yeah) Stuck on the corner, we were cutting corners
Took a right angle, tell my brothers «you can come to Warners»
Now I’m comfortable with people that wouldn’t normally come towards us
It was ‘fuck us all’, we’re judge-able when we were untoward
Oh you think you’re from the gully side? You’re just gullible
Funny how you’ll take a life before you take your son to school
Wavy. Your parents’ evening must be crazy
Is he gonna rap or is he good at maths?
Is he good at ball or is he gonna ball? Has he got a tool?
And to think they killed Harry over nothing
Man, I used to put my bally on for something
Happy that I even got to meet him
Sad that he didn’t get to be king
Wavy. You’re parents’ morning must be crazy
The shotta tends to a guy ?. Older, he was my idol
He made a name for himself and then BANG, BANG, BANG!
Guess the moral of the story is priceless when you’ve got pages and names
That are nameless in cages waiting to die but they’re lifers
(yeah) Stuck on the corner, we were cutting corners
Took a right angle, tell my brothers «you can come to Warners»
Now I’m comfortable with people that wouldn’t normally come towards us
It was ‘fuck us all’, we’re judge-able when we were untoward
Oh you think you’re from the gully side? You’re just gullible
Funny how you’ll take a life before you take your son to school
Wavy. Your parents’ evening must be crazy
Is he gonna rap or is he good at maths?
Is he good at ball or is he gonna ball? Has he got a tool?
And to think they killed Harry over nothing
Man, I used to put my bally on for something
Happy that I even got to meet him
Sad that he didn’t get to be king
Wavy. You’re parents’ morning must be crazy
33 now. Why don’t you do a 33 style?