Tom Hardy - Jesus hopped A | Текст песни

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‘Cause ethics bounccccce

Sometimes, sometimes, I wished I had been wiser as a teenager
At least I made some money, but nothing that was really major
Bought myself a pager, but nobody ever beaped
It wasn’t cheap to run but fun to walk along the street
On the street I did myself a foundation of a nation that I needed
on a wake up bate addition to my beatin’
Nobody gave a damn about a low talk
When he’s like you were a fool thinking it’s cool to go to this school
So I had to go and make some money somehow answer way now on how to get payed
Just to eat at least, feed my mind and at the same time have a feast
Well, my body did, you ducked a my some more flipped rugged style, style I was doing
Some will say abuse me but those boys loosing it all now, my mooder
Growing up all over the place
Somebodies business ever, some have my flavours and my … back
At least I was, but not nowadays thinking ‘bout the records
Getting crazy payed

I’m growing up this time to face responsibility, agility,
to flex it with the best, like it’s meant to be
Before I could yell, tell they cool the prison bell
Sent me smartly up to heaven, jumped me swiftly back to hell
There was no coffin or rehearse, I was tossed to the epiphany of antisocial verse
I was rust to rust, true
Now I have identity, I’m fighting for this life that wasn’t meant to be, relentlessly
I backed away, I now have no emotion for my pain and bullshit taken to express my holy notion
You ain’t compressed cause it’s a life, a test to do the fitness …this incision … I ever
Ethics never been known for backing down
when you’re hanging around with the trains but you end a bunch of clowns
So I ain’t down for nobody except myself
And now I don’t get payed, apart from airtime
But that is how I’m living
Whilst I’m gettin’crazy babe…

Addicted on air

Something wrong with my city,

But the crickets are good

You heard me!

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