Dumb Mistake Songtext
von Idi Akz

Look

I′ve made dumb mistakes to get to the place that I'm in
And he′s tryna G-check me, I hope that he's bluffing, I know that is
I hope that he's bluffing, he looked at me twice
I won′t say nuttin but he knows what I did
I wish that I stuck to the F cuz these dumb little Vic′s wouldn't know what I did

Man got me evicted bro
But I′m laive outside for the P's, you knobhead
Man′s laive outside if you talk on bro cuz that's in the trade like Forex
I′m still tied to the Notts like Forest
I'm in the gump but I don't no faris
Anything goes round here
Don′t lie on the oath (oat) get turned to a porridge


The olders there wouldn′t want me on trap
Hands on my face when I turned to the trapping
Nobody knows, bro's tryna buss his ting but he′s not into fapping
Man's laive outside for the love of the cash
Man′s laive outside what's happening?
You can′t talk on my bro too loose
AK's vexed, tek man off the atlas

Remember the days I was broke and I used to talk with an OT accent
But nobody 'round me gets it
Akz, I got an OT accent
But nobody knows my talents when nobody knows I′m rapping
I shot a crystal, I don′t play palace
Bro's got your card, don′t check your balance

Look, the olders there try step to me
I hope that they're bluffing too
Puncture skin, give man a vasectomy
I hope that he′s bluffing too
Nobody round here thinks man's hungry
You strap dungarees and not food
Delinked me and leaked my old tunes
You fed me to vultures but I′m not food

The vultures think I'm food
This caramel darling thinks I'm rude
You think that I care ′bout my mans bro?
His brothers a nonce and he′s breeding yutes


Trainers on and my leathers on
I stay laive with bro, holders get spoofed
Things got tight like speedo
I got the reload
No, I ain't shy like snooch

I know that he′s bluffing, I hope that he is
Badina's there wouldn′t know what I did
The victims there wouldn't know what I did
Evicted, I put the P′s in the bin
I wasn't built for this
And bro's got thing same as my limb
And now he′s laive in the bin
And free my bro I was calling him twin

Everyone round me thinks I could blow
Mans Akz, set fire to stoves
Glockenspiels bun a Xylophone
Man′s Laive outside, aight, bro go home

Nobody move cuz nobody goes
If I do drop then nobody knows
Nobody cares if I rap this tough
The rap ting ain't gonna see me blow