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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bashy
Bashy
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bashy
Bashy
Lyrics
Thomas Mackenzie Bell
Thomas Mackenzie Bell
Composer
Ashley Thomas
Ashley Thomas
Composer
Ras Kassa Alexander
Ras Kassa Alexander
Composer
Van McCoy
Van McCoy
Lyrics
Joe Cobb
Joe Cobb
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bashy
Bashy
Producer
Toddla T
Toddla T
Producer
PRGRSHN
PRGRSHN
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Ooh yeah
Aight, look
[Verse 1]
What's the meaning of life?
Get rich or die trying, or live meady and die
Naturally, gradually, atrophy, actually, back where we live, had to dream
Getting outta there, gotta do a mazzalean
Might even have to Bohemian Rhapsody it
Everybody wanna check you and grab your queen
Get your ches' bored casually, done
Dirty and splash wid bleach, get
Lead in your head, escaping unleaded, gargantuan feat
North West is gasolined, for a Patek Phillippe
Man'll jump on you like a trampoline, gotta bounce
Man are starving and have to eat, got food in your yard, and slip it might be bon appétit
any day of the week of the year
Could turn into Halloween
That's bruddas at your door wearing masks and a bag of sweets
Man 'av got rockets in their pockets, not handkerchiefs
And end up in the newspapers but rarely the magazines
To capture these, tales, need more than Bayeux Tapestries
These brudda's rap the streets but their POV fantasies
I got allergies to them Ali G's
Wearing ballys chatting greaze
Air to my ears, cah their chatting breeze
Used to buy kebabs down at Ali B's then stopped 'cause of manor beefs
'Cause Dan going KFC sadly ended in tragedy
[Verse 2]
That's why I go Comptoir and grab a tagine
A barbeque ribs, a shrimp, and a mac and cheese, stay home
Season up food and cook, just a gyal and me
Or go to my aunts grab a soup, a yam and dasheen
Brudda's like to say it's all love, that's a fallacy
They'll kill where you're loved in reality
Guaranteed, contempt bred from familiarity
When you're a black man like Mallory, that's normality
That's why I keep myself to myself, I'm in my shell like a langoustine or a lobster
That's twenty years before the films I was doing winning Oscars
I didn't need the movies to be surrounded by them monsters
I didn't need Guy Ritchie, to be surrounded by them mobsters
From NW the same as any other yout' but conscious
Knowing I was lucky is weighing heavy on my conscience
'Cause where I'm from, there's many Dan Kaluuyas, many Tosins
Damsens in distress just looking for other options
Could be a John Boyega or a Damilola
Even if you're not involved the zones involves ya
And it never stops when you're older, think it's over?
Let me down easy, give me time, to get over you baby
Mind the gap, between the train and the platform
Written by: Ashley Thomas, Bashy, Joe Cobb, Ras Kassa Alexander, Thomas Mackenzie Bell, Van McCoy
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