Devlin - 04 - Off With Their Heads (ft. Wretch 32) | Текст песни

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• 04 - Off With Their Heads (ft. Wretch 32)

A Moving Picture (2013)
[Intro: Devlin]
Devlin, yeah
Wretch 32 in the building
Let's take it back there, time to go in
Tell 'em Wretch, tell 'em Wretch

[Verse 1: Wretch 32]
I'm on some off with your head shit
I keep firing, I'm not The Apprentice
Devs told me to go in, ah yeah
So I ran - blocked all the exits
Yes I'll be here forever
And tread so far I'll leave here in leather
So dark, so cold
With a couple girls sitting on my lap
I'm never gonna say I'm back
I'm a little too in love with plaques
I moved in to the hall of fame
So I wipe my feet on tracks
I'mma kill it, I'm a killer
See me with one glove, it's a Thriller
I already had a number one for my dinner
Me and Devs go in there, inner
And we're out of here, I doubt you're near
I've already been a thousand 'ere
But if you live for the money, then you die for the money
So I ain't even trying to count it, I swear
And if you don't think I'm fucked
Middle finger up
Fuck me, fuck you
I'll make you feel small when I big you up
Up, up and away, I can't see ya
On my own scale, I'm a Libra
Told 'em leave me alone, I wanna leave, uh
Had to give 'em some dough to get a pizza
Every day I have take away
Tomorrow won't be the same today
I don't score when I'm at home
I strike more when I play away

[Verse 2: Devlin]
Shut down the asylum
Before I creep through the exit, find it
Jump any fence inside then drag a man
Out of the car that he just was driving
And then put the pedal to the floor
I'm back and I'm ready for the war like a Viking
I ain't gotta tell 'em any more, me and Wretch
Already killed this UK Grime thing
And there's not a lot left that could swing with Shipman
The doctor of death
Like Wretch 32 said it's off with his head
Got cold feet then it's frost on your creps
Never mind where you're walking, watch where you step
Mind what you're talking, I might dissect
Any guy trying a bullshit vibe on a sec
Can't fuck with me like my wife on the reds
Too unorthodox to let it go
So I let 'em know that I'm pro, but my name ain't Stephen
Soul seems to be involved
I'm burying men six deep in a hole, no reason
You're getting buried alive, I'm tryna better my life
While some men are cutting up suits
With scissors and severing ties
I let 'em know that it's Devlin's time
No disputing I shift to the move
This game from the days of The Movement
Using the only utensil I knew to
Now I need loot this, alike to my figures on YouTube
Retreat or advance then, you choose
At the present I'm king like Presley
Test me, then I'm running out full of anger
And envy and stamping you out in my blue shoes

[Verse 3: Wretch 32]
Ride a beat like a Traktor, ey
But I ain't getting on a train, 'ey
Everybody wants to act up, yeah
'Til you put 'em in the frame
And I ain't got time for shit, patience's thinner than my toilet roll
I'm a fixed up brother from a broken home
I remember I used to watch Home Alone
Now I'm home alone in my own home
This millennium, got a loada dome
Rome then roam
Came home smelling like hot Cologne
Had a success overdose, oh
You see my roll-on flow
And I'm so sure that I can't be old
Yet all my heels I carry on toe to toe
When we take this game now, so cologne

[Verse 4: Devlin]
You couldn't play my post
I'm an old soul like an ancient ghost
That created his name in the game and he
Took shit to another level on the whole
I can't really explain my brain
But if you peeked inside of my skull
You'd see shit so deep in my rear right lobe
That you'd

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