Fine Wine (Explicit) 歌詞
Fine Wine (Explicit) - Ghetts
Composed by:Justin Clarke Samuel/Rio Romaine Willis/Tj Amadi
I just hit the belly
I just hit the belly
I just hit the belly
I just hit the belly
Rudeboy I'm the certiest
A thank you ain't enough for my services
I was probably an accident but I know what my purpose is
My skin is immaculate but I've done some dirty tings
Tsss
Serving it
Trap
Strap on the lap like a serviette
Bang
Sammity Sam
Circling
But but fam
When them man had the van
I was hurdling
Fast forward one foot in the industry door
Which way should I go
Can't call it same time they gave thing twentyfour
I wish you could ask
Stormin but I can't give him a ring anymore
You see when I feel cornered
All I do is think of before
I drive back to the housе I struggled in
What was that like
The one bed with a bathroom the kitchen in the front room
My front room had a oven in
We was suffering
We was suffering
Still loading just buffering
I'm upstairs writing bars and my daughter's colouring
Embarrassed
Had a bill to pay and my girl had to cover it
My guy said I should come on the move
All he needs me to do is just cover him
But Lamzi got me a job when the Ps weren't coming in
Popular guy
Delivering pharmaceuticals I asked God for a sign
Nine to five
Got me watching the time
Somebody asked for a pic
And I lost me some pride
Start praying again
My van never came
How's that for a sign
I couldn't stay in the end
I got the hunger back from Deja FM
Had to make a boy know he can't play with the pen
F**k making amends
I was twenty one en route to making a M
Where's that guy gone
What's that guy on
Had to remember myself like mum said
Where'd you get that vibe from
I went back to the essence
It's not only bars my brudda
I'm a man with a message
It's much more than slapping and cheffings
What about family settings
What about actual blessings
That new year new me talk
What about January lessons
The mic is my therapist
I'm just having a session
Them man there won't tell you this
They're capping I'm shelling
They must've thought I had writer's block
The way these pricks try and write me off
Rap grime or not
I'm a pocket finder I find the spot
And me nah worship them and their idol gods
So man ah just come through with the Bible cocked
I come here for everything
These lot owe me
These lot owe me
Bro just rolls off the tongue
But he's not homie
He's not homie
Things ain't what they seem please watch closely
James Jordan Steven Kobe
About Gs not goatly goatly
I manifest things before the secrets show me
Had the codes and leaked them slowly
Had to show these people grown me
Can't talk bad about Ghetts 'round here
That look says
Don't speak on brodie
When you got real n***a
Bill Withers they'll lean on broski
Let' talk about legacy
I don't care about nostalgia
My best years are ahead of me
Ahead of me
When I signed to Warner my brudda
I was already me
That's fifteen years hard work no breaks or therapy
A cappella on DVDs no beats no bass or melodies
What the f**k you telling me
Most my peers in the cemetery
Can't do an album putting out mixtapes
Can't do a thousand whatever they do does terribly terribly
Can't do a show can't do a tour
Same lyrics from 2004
And these are the bruddas that you rate heavily
Lowe me please
Just crown me please
Furthermore I love converting the non believers
So yeah go ahead and doubt me please
All they do is talk about drip
Ooh don't drown me please
I've had you here for way too long now
Hear the rest of the album please album please
Party yeah
I'ma go up and away and just have a party yeah
I'ma go up and away and just have a party yeah
I'ma go up and away and just have a
I'ma go up and away and just have a party yeah
I'ma go up and away and just have a party yeah
I'ma go up and away and just have a party yeah
I'ma go up and away and just have a party yeah
I'ma go up and away and just have a party yeah
I'ma go up and away and just have a party yeah
I'ma go up and away and just have a party yeah