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von Bugzy Malone

Somewhere
Somewhere
Somewhere
Somewhere

Look
They say it′s lonely at the top, but it was lonely on the block
When you're chilling on the roads, nobody warns you of the cost
When your friends become your frenemies, you really have to watch
And you really need due diligence, you really need to clock
Who′s got the devil in their soul, the petals of a rose fall down
When it rains too heavy and it's cold
I done fallen off so much, there's metal in my bones
The sorrow in my voice infiltrates into my flow


They say he fell down from the sky, me, I seen him different
He was friendly with my sister, so I seen him as my guy
And I can see him now, he′s fly
Tracksuit bottoms, he had grills made out of cotton, Bali tilted to the side
I′m not even gonna try to explain the way he used to spit game
It's like he could get deep into your mind
A manipulator, a fabricator
His brother used to chop man, he was an amputator

He had the kind of energy you couldn′t help reciprocating
One day on the block with him would end up hella devastating
And I mean stolen vehicles, going through a red like it's a green light
He shouted "Build a spliff", I said, "You′re not talking to me, right?"
The man him on the back seat was shaking in the meantime
And I'm not gonna lie, I was a blue slims and a cheese guy
Grinding with me but I wasn′t grinding, I was too high
I seen him check the rearview mirror, there was blue lights

He told me I should drive, and started climbing onto my side
And now I'm in the driver's seat just trying not to die
And I can drive, but I′m not the kind of driver that can slide
But the way I′m hitting corners, I was flying side to side

I didn't know he was him
I didn′t look close enough to see the break in his wing
I never knew he could sing
Until he started dropping lyrics once the spirits kicked in
He said


Somewhere underneath the ghetto (what's this?)
Those there fall from every level (for sweet)
The flames are real (don′t lie), call it hell (oh, boy)
Now you're dancing with the devil, whoa

While the back end was kicking up
He′s blowing out smoke like it's medicinal
I'm tripping up, next thing we′re skidding up
Two-twos, I′m running through the block and I'm dizzy
He was walking under the moon, a real smooth criminal
There′s nobody he could compare to, he was original
He got ballistic but even ballistic he was tactical
He wasn't academic but with pennies he was masterful
Turn a penny to a pound, to see it, it was magical

I was tryna be like him, it was impossible
The darkness in his soul meant the murder was no obstacle
Bangle for the carrots, and I don′t mean like the vegetable
He looked after his mother, and it made him seem respectable
The hood gets beautiful
When soaking comfort in the coke 'cause man delusional
We were chilling on the graveyard opposite the flats
Everybody wearing black like it′s a funeral

And then I said, "Yo fam, I'm getting off, tired of the graveyard
I'll link you in the morning though, I′ll meet you by the play park"
He looked at me like there′s something heavy on his heart
I just thought nothing of it and walked off into the dark
He stayed out on his own, I didn't know
He was chilling on the graveyard by his big brother′s headstone
He went stumbling home in the cold
In the early hours is when the devil takes a hold of your soul
When he woke up, knuckles on both hands were broke
And from there, I just heard what the newspapers wrote

It said, "She was found with a bruise 'round her throat
Two black eyes, missing a tooth, broken nose"
It was his mother that he smashed up, she died not long after
He weren′t allowed to the funeral, what a disaster
He still sat in jail looking sucked off and cracked up
The devil got his soul, end of that chapter

I didn't know he was him
I didn′t look close enough to see the break in his wing
I never knew he could sing
Until he started dropping lyrics once the spirits kicked in
He said

Somewhere underneath the ghetto (what's this?)
Those there fall from every level (for sweet)
The flames are real (don't lie), call it hell (oh, boy)
Now you′re dancing with the devil, whoa

Somewhere underneath the ghetto
Those there fall from every level
The flames are real, call it hell
′Cause now you're dancing with the devil, whoa