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Industry • s1e4
2020
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Uh Ride Hat down so the bouncer don't recog-nise, Pop bottles but till the record, Flies, I'm not buying bottles, fuck it sometimes I'm skiving bottles from buy n save, I here, pretending like I am paid, but I am slave, to chains, not iron made, Can't shield myself like an Iron maid, Ironic how orion got a belt but I'm finding that I can't pay For a table so I have space, Constellation consolation prize is that I lose face, So no way I will cave, No money in my pocket But no way I will slave I die before I wake before I sell soul my pay I try to take a leaf out from the page that Andre made An Outkast tryna outlast all these fakes Better cheque yourself So cheque please, But direct these, at the peeps that my music please, Lady luck ain't here so miss fate will you sit please musical version of a strip tease Cose underneath we just victims To the system that markets guns n big tims So caress that melody, make you remember me, forever leave, that tendency, , go south with your lips like hennesy, one bow to the kids that meanta be, so proud of a man I've never been, look out for them now when the enemy, bound to be around make a friend of me, move cleverly you whisper that you loved it, We does this But t'ya friends you would never say, Said we hungry we hungry But we live each day by day Times is ugly is ugly But You and your pretty face Is so lovely but fuck thee if for my music you don't pay biatch! She got me tilted like I'm faded, She got me tilted like I'm faded we making love And I gave her greatest bruv, But today gotta break it off Cose this is making of the faded She got me tilted like I'm faded, She got me tilted like I'm faded we making love And I gave her greatest bruv, But today gotta break it off Cose this is making of the Green johnnies in my black wallet Faded inbetween the coppers Cuff my hands to the bed stand Cose she wanna play cops and robbers I know this yattie is a freak While biting my lips with her teeth But see this yattie can't be in my dreams Because the music is second to her clothe seams Now we just Floating Find me in a stream If there's a chain on my neck and the sky is red then you'll find me in a dream Away from my bed no space in my head to ride these galaxies Smoked with a superstar last night Drove in a supercar last night faded Better check yourself Louis if you not careful you'll forget yourself Louis do you feel like prey to a kestrel's bell? For this music you reject your health If an artist etched himself would you pledge your wealth? Draw a blank I sketch myself They look at me like I don't feel their eyes must be an optician The only thing disguised is my race & my religion I'm pale enough for dismissing, dark enough for a lynching Racial ambiguity confusing me to be thinking I should be Living it up When my living is bruk Should I kidnap a star? For a million bucks Just get in the truck I'm kidding the feeling inside is revealing a side of me I hid from the light No money's a killer of pride I figured on figures arrive Ing by now Ring the bell Sound the alarm Another black boy done Not by the gun but by the funds Just a chance But the sum, of all life Won't divide My music wanna make it Still she reaching for lights like I'm faded She got me tilted like I'm faded, She got me tilted like I'm faded we making love And I gave her greatest bruv, But today gotta break it off Cose this is making of the faded She got me tilted like I'm faded, She got me tilted like I'm faded we making love And I gave her greatest bruv, But today gotta break it off Cose this is making of the
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