You Know Songtext
von Ronnie Bosh
You Know Songtext
I′m fascinated by the faces in green lanes
These days I bathe in the haze of the heat waves
So gaze at the DJ, I'll take it when he plays
Your bars ain′t shit but a waste of a beat tape
We stay high for them others are weak mate
For Pete's sake, better come with a clean break
Or get left bloody as beef steak
I'm OK but "you′re better" ain′t something that he say
See place still remains the foundation
Wanna see HB spray then be patient
Nuh uh, you know you can't rush greatness
Don′t like waiting well hard luck take it
Yes yes, you know the disrespect's blatant
When I snatch the mic and turn them into spectators
You know I′ll never lend a penny to a pagan
If money smells bad then Hieronymus is fragrant
Don't ask if I fucked up the party
Don′t ask me to pass you the parsley
Don't ask why I'm up past three with a hearty of chard
Lea going on ghastly
Don′t ask if your bars up to par please
Don′t start G I ain't tryna spark G
La di da di, not least but lastly
I guess by now you know it′s RB
Uh, damn kid, know I've been doing my damn thing
You′re trying your best but popping off like a damp squib
I'm brand new but back with a bang kid
You already know what my gang did
The kings of the sandpit
Girl swallow my opening gambit
I could not be more official with language
I′m sick of the swag shit
That's swag meaning bad like it used to
Not swag like I'm swag like a smooth Tum to Deuce deuce
Never got up off the pot but I shitted
It′s cryptic but not unspecific, I′m wicked
I ain't in it for the plaudits
I′m here to make a jaw click as well
As a couple quid recording and touring
I'm boring, drinking and whoring
Come raw and uncut like the foreskin
Hard to ignore him, the way that I am balling′s appalling
Rocking back and forth 'til it′s morning
So don't ask if I fucked up the party
Don't ask me to pass you the parsley
Don′t ask why I′m up past three with a hearty of chard
Lea going on ghastly
Don't ask if your bars up to par please
Don′t start G I ain't tryna spark G
La di da di, not least but lastly
I guess by now you know it′s RB
These days I bathe in the haze of the heat waves
So gaze at the DJ, I'll take it when he plays
Your bars ain′t shit but a waste of a beat tape
We stay high for them others are weak mate
For Pete's sake, better come with a clean break
Or get left bloody as beef steak
I'm OK but "you′re better" ain′t something that he say
See place still remains the foundation
Wanna see HB spray then be patient
Nuh uh, you know you can't rush greatness
Don′t like waiting well hard luck take it
Yes yes, you know the disrespect's blatant
When I snatch the mic and turn them into spectators
You know I′ll never lend a penny to a pagan
If money smells bad then Hieronymus is fragrant
Don't ask if I fucked up the party
Don′t ask me to pass you the parsley
Don't ask why I'm up past three with a hearty of chard
Lea going on ghastly
Don′t ask if your bars up to par please
Don′t start G I ain't tryna spark G
La di da di, not least but lastly
I guess by now you know it′s RB
Uh, damn kid, know I've been doing my damn thing
You′re trying your best but popping off like a damp squib
I'm brand new but back with a bang kid
You already know what my gang did
The kings of the sandpit
Girl swallow my opening gambit
I could not be more official with language
I′m sick of the swag shit
That's swag meaning bad like it used to
Not swag like I'm swag like a smooth Tum to Deuce deuce
Never got up off the pot but I shitted
It′s cryptic but not unspecific, I′m wicked
I ain't in it for the plaudits
I′m here to make a jaw click as well
As a couple quid recording and touring
I'm boring, drinking and whoring
Come raw and uncut like the foreskin
Hard to ignore him, the way that I am balling′s appalling
Rocking back and forth 'til it′s morning
So don't ask if I fucked up the party
Don't ask me to pass you the parsley
Don′t ask why I′m up past three with a hearty of chard
Lea going on ghastly
Don't ask if your bars up to par please
Don′t start G I ain't tryna spark G
La di da di, not least but lastly
I guess by now you know it′s RB
Writer(s): Gareth Davies, James Oliver John Walton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

