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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Little Torment
Little Torment
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ryan Titre-Wilson
Ryan Titre-Wilson
Lyrics
Catch
Catch
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dez
Dez
Producer

Lyrics

Even though I keep a brave face, I'm still in my feelings
All the shit I've been through in my life, still don't know the meaning
Boy, I got all these crazy bitches just tryna get even
Everything just starts going left when I ain't tryna see them
It's feeling like just the other day, I had to fight for my freedom
Feels like just the other day bro died, we're still grieving
Had to tell my shawty, "Give me time, let me get back sturdy"
It feels like just the other day, I was jumping the queue on servery
Feels like just the other day big bro left him there
Now he's walking out the prison and it's been a whole eighteen years
I'm at the bar, sipping Henny doubles, yo where's my refill?
You know what it's like being a man today, they don't care how we feel
Spoke to Sharks the other day, he just told me, "Stay strong"
It's cool, I know Dez got a beat I can put some pain on
Probation on my back, they wanna know I'm rolling with
They want me back in jail bad, I can't even roll a spliff
My hitta's been hitting, not a thing that I'm pressed about
If I'm pressed then it's probably 'cause my girl tryna stress me out
My whole bird, my **** Trigz made sure I was living straight
Now I'm pissed 'cause he's on the other side of the prison gates
Million pound dreams got me staying awake at night
My girl says all my friends are criminals and I hate she's right
I need a break but probation ain't tryna let me take no flights
So I'm staying out the way, I ain't tryna get read my rights
Jigga just got twenty-three years, that's the same as life
And it was really self defence, I don't know what that pain feels like
My **** River landing, making sure we all smoke at night
And we don't get no sosh if they didn't get the roll check right
What you know about trusting in your lawyer? Gotta hope he's right
And you know you ain't walking out this time, still you hope you might
Ready for the sentence, know it's coming, just hope it's light
Pissed off like one of the OG's just broke my bike
Boy, I'm like 50's hashtag, I'ma get the strap
And it had to be a fire in the flat if I left the trap
Me and them hoes connect because we're both tryna get that bag
If I never went jail and did them years
They say I woulda been a millionaire
I guarantee I'ma still become a millionaire
I don't wanna talk about the losses, it's a sore topic
And S just rang and told me that he's got some raw dropping
I sell white, I don't know if I'ma sell out songs
And my man coulda been a real G but he went out wrong
And since music, they keep popping up with rumours
Little pussy, you best crawl back in that hole that you fell out from
I just done how many years on the same mattress
They're acting like I gave these kittens cocaine habits
Ask about, nobody had it like K had it
I told 'em, "I fixed 'em, I never made addicts"
They said I can't be round the mandem, I said "Say nuttin"
But you know I'm still around the GG's like I'm Zayn Malik
How many times I made it rain in my rain jacket?
How many of these sexy bitches got my name tatted?
And when I blow, I beg you teach me how to pay taxes
Before they try and do me like Wesley Snipes
I got a girl, she got a posh friend, a scary friend
A tomboy friend so I call her my sexy spice
I spent years eating tuna and noodles
I smoked a spliff, I hope the gov don't look at my pupils
Came home, Danger had a bulldog in his pouch
I said, "I dare these **** try and cut through with their poodles"
Man, they took Magga and put him in the jail for that hood passa
Pissed cah they took Jesse and they took Baka
Ask nanna, I was giving out trainers like the hood Santa
Cook cocaine like I cook pasta
I see these fugazi **** tryna look gangster
While the gangsters out here acting like we're good people
We get that drug bread and try and make it look legal
Oi, in the trap, you gotta watch out for them buj needles
I got some white boys and they're looking like the hood's Beatles
While these white girls are flying like some seagulls
Known this fire one since preschool
She's a good girl, she don't know I been jail so I'm here lying that I'm legal
But if I never done them years, I most probably wouldn't be sitting here
So I don't regret a thing, I had to sit in there
Ay, Tom, they don't know the shit we writ in there
I tell a boy to write you off, you're getting written there
Written by: Catch, Ryan Titre-Wilson
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