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PERFORMING ARTISTS
P110
P110
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Felipe Gutiérrez Reyes
Felipe Gutiérrez Reyes
Composer
Connor Smith
Connor Smith
Songwriter

Lyrics

Don't let the world get you down
And when it does get you down, get up
And write what you want out of your life
And don't fuckin' stop, you know what I'm sayin'?
There ain't no vacations
Only with people with credit card that take vacations
You get up every fuckin' day
You look in the mirror, you tell that mirror
"I'm a bad motherfucker, and one way or another
I'm gonna make it fuckin' happen today"
Guess what, if you keep writing that down
And feel all the power and can you fuckin' believe it, next you know
You'll be swinging big like Kevin Spacey, you know what I'm sayin'?
It's over, oh yeah, they didn't get my money 'til I bing
Vibe okay, but think they wrong color put on there, that's why
You probably at church, motherfuckers
I'm with you, you're with me and they wanna be with us
You know I'm picking up the pace when you start in the morning
And pushing me, nothin' get lost in the moment
Probably gonna say somethin' faff like "I love ya"
Remember being broke, no food in me cupboard
Since the age of ten, I've been in and out of trouble
Tell you about hard time, tell you about struggle
Lost both nans when I was stuck in the shovel
Every time my name gets dragged to the rubble
The gloves come on, you know it get busy
Finally in a high pole, someone's gone missing
Show my time, she taught, so don't be slippin'
Need a bigger bike to fit in this smiffin'
Need lassie fans when I'm poutin' the lizzy
Flap life, baby, she thinks of Bobby and Whitney
Always gon' love them 'cause the G is always rhymin'
Always on part, that shit can get slash to snarlin'
New things, ganja, she let me blaze in the alley
Got big boobies and I love when she bothers me
Makes me smile daily, that's why I keep her around me
You left me when I felt suicidal
I was in a cell, I couldn't even walk on land
I was lying on me bed, fuckin' staring at the ceiling
Hold me in, tryna control me breathing
Me smashing shit all 'cause I can't shake the feeling
Got a few demons that I can't seem to deal with
Tryna fix up every day but this life shit
I'm tryna do it right for all the wrong I did
I'm sorry that I wrecked your life with that
I just know if I could take it back, I'd do it properly
I loved you that much, it broke me mentally
Now I've got a new thing to get me an Ashley
You know it's a Maza when I get it in 'em sheets
Gang, gang shit and this blonde is filthy
Now winning sanza and I've got her doing zombies
Swear I'm on the table, I'm surrounded by papis
Took her to the toilet, give her what she needs
Liable to death, I'm lookin' in this jeans
Messing you, girl, there for what I need
Lost in her eyes every time that she speaks
Independent bitch, and I know she doesn't need me
She can't stay away, she knows that she's good
You need to calm down, gonna catch feelings
Gonna turn psycho and start stashing earrings
You probably gonna cut all the relations that we wanted
Then we'd probably be back together on the weekend
Madness, this life that we living
Stressed out to death, never happy, no winning
She knows how to push me buttons, got me flipping
Ever broke down when you're lookin' in the mirror
Begging for the pain to go away for a minute
Emotional trauma, that's why I stay with it
Wanton times, I'm fuckin' hangin' out me window
Throw a little line and get the goodies off the neighbour
Roby make slacky, so I slashed 'em with the gillbag
It's when he won, nearly finished for the murder
'Fore you tell the lies, and I'm not tryna hear that
I remember days queuing up at the savoury
Now I get snaked and it don't even hurt me
Mad man, I fuck with Huwaii with the zadiac
Hey, me life like a movie, don't wanna press play
You know you gonna watch me blow
And by the way, I'm not coming home
'Cause babe, I'm in a car chase
At a block not fast enough for you, darlin', are they?
Written by: Connor Smith, Felipe Gutiérrez Reyes
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