ฟังเพลงTeardrops (Explicit)

作曲 : Blue May/Duke Reid/Jodi Milliner/Kane Robinson/Migual Collins

作词 : Blue May/Duke Reid/Jodi Milliner/Kane Robinson/Migual Collins

Overdose off the ovation

Make a stand for the whole nation

Dressing room like the Old Bailey

101 dogs and they ain't dalmatians

Knock you down, take your money like a donation

But why they think that was the morals we was all raised with

Screwface can't save faces

They only saving graces

At least it was saving papers

But there ain't no safe haven

If they can spray paint "*****" on Lebron James' crib

That means a black card ain't ****

When that's the shade your face is

So basically, we're Kunta Kinte's in some Cuban links

The Balenciaga's didn't blend us in

We're here now, word to God's Gift

They shoulda never let us in the game then

And know I'll back my brothers 'til my last breath

They left a Hennessy on the pavement

Ever see me go on the pavement?

Face on the floor, would you help a brother change his

Circumstances hurt the hardest, ballers never made it

Black pitch famous

So east side like Mr ****ing Avis

You would never school me if I scoop up something famous

And you won't catch me with Julie and the vaders

Man, the real made us, man don't worry 'bout no paigons

If you ain't got above 80, don't worry what my rate is

You ain't ****ing got the faintest

Man don't show off,

It's just to show the mandem they can make it

Coming from the city where the slipperiest of snakes live

Village has to raise its

Young kings and queens to believe their greatness

Fed up of police stations

ID parading 'cause, well, I ain't be mistaken

Just 'cause I lead the baiters

While we sly, paedos raping

Big man like you

Brogues and a big boy black suit and a gangster platoon

What's a man supposed to do?

We have complained to the police about the police

And nothing's been done

We have complained to judges about judges

And nothing's been done

Now it is time to do something ourselves

In love and war

All is fair where I'm from

The weak won't last

A week in shoes like our ones

When it rains it pours

Hoodies all summer

'Cause teardrops from the sky

Only seem to fall on you and I

Used to do rates for Ingrid

Wafer-thin envelope with eighty quids in

I paid my dues now pay me plenty

And me and Hollow on the phone talkin'

So trade a verse, limited tax

No way to swerve, too legit

That's chrome paper berks in the crib, thanks

No wasted, burnt energies, facts

No haters, serve enemies, rats

Go chased and cursed, devil-rigged crack

Crack ******* then turf penalties flat

Old names, that curb legendary rash

No chain but ****'s still a G, lads

No game or learnt chivalry snaps

No faces burnt in the bees' mass

Curate them, hurt infancy sad

Those days concerned sisters be trapped

Most days absurd, bigotry, black

No days off, work literally, raps

No way, that's verse liberty

Shoebox memories

Reebok workouts and dungarees

We used to dream 'bout the most frivolous of things

'Til we bought the most ridiculous of rings

Now we're just tryna keep our bredrin's out the bin

Side talk, everyone's a guy until a guy walks in

Louder, crabs in the barrel and survival ting

We could all go clear, who taught us musical chairs?

There's enough seats for everybody mate

'Til then, we can't reach nowhere, truss