Bob Vylan - Must Be More lyrics
[Bob Vylan - Must Be More lyrics]
Yeah yeah
Had to cut man off (cut him off)
They were holding back like a dead weight
They weren't holding me up like a best mate
They were holding me down like a lead weight
Now they watching me bust like a sex tape
I skip legs, biceps and chest day
Still [?] with Bob cause I'm a head case
From way back tooled up on the estate
[?] bag with shots in Ford Estate
Pulled up and hopped in
Told him to make up his mind
Hurry and buy this ain't no Tesco shopping
Day and night are the only options
Weighed it up and it weighed me down
Pockets, balls and socks had rocks in
No A levels and I was out of options
That's what I thought, clinging scales
That's what I bought
With the assist
Passing the ball only the way
To help man score
If we had a rapport
Two for fifteen but don't come short
Still scarred by the things that I saw
Whole time thinking "There must be more"
There must be more to this
Gats, bats swords and shift
The vocals when man are talking quick
Praying that [?] are recording this
There must be more than [?] doors
Flicking boards and kicking drawers
Caught at night and sit and
Thought there must be more
There must be more
There must be more to this
Cats, rats, talking shit
Tools that some man are walking with
Sending man to the morgue with it
There must be more than within raw
[?] dipped in law
There must be more, there must be more
There must be more than cheap freeloads
Posted up in the freezing cold
Thinking mad when the p's come slow
Man really needs this though
Seasons change and reasons grow
Man want cars and teeth in gold
Tell young kids that p's control
And physical meals don't feed your soul
So start wildin' out
Knife in hand but not dining out
Food in Mum's yard makes you the man of
The house until she thanks you out
Fearing the door getting kicked in by the
Police and the neighbours moving nosey
Made it hard for me to go sleep so
I stayed up late night quoting [?]
[?] blazing it's all entertainment
It's all practice
That's Dizzee Ras
Raskit don't waste time
Don't hesitate, don't pet, don't ramp
Two-two, .38, .9
These digit's'll leave you stiff like cramp
Most people [?] are stressed out
Cause they don't earn enough
With the nine bars in number nine
With fries they're still serving up
Feel like you've heard of us
Bring me to make the burner bust
[?] make a hungry man turn murderer
[?]
Type of shit make you wanna OD
Had to cut man off (cut him off)
They were holding back like a dead weight
They weren't holding me up like a best mate
They were holding me down like a lead weight
Now they watching me bust like a sex tape
I skip legs, biceps and chest day
Still [?] with Bob cause I'm a head case
From way back tooled up on the estate
[?] bag with shots in Ford Estate
Pulled up and hopped in
Told him to make up his mind
Hurry and buy this ain't no Tesco shopping
Day and night are the only options
Weighed it up and it weighed me down
Pockets, balls and socks had rocks in
No A levels and I was out of options
That's what I thought, clinging scales
That's what I bought
With the assist
Passing the ball only the way
To help man score
If we had a rapport
Two for fifteen but don't come short
Still scarred by the things that I saw
Whole time thinking "There must be more"
There must be more to this
Gats, bats swords and shift
The vocals when man are talking quick
Praying that [?] are recording this
There must be more than [?] doors
Flicking boards and kicking drawers
Caught at night and sit and
Thought there must be more
There must be more
There must be more to this
Cats, rats, talking shit
Tools that some man are walking with
Sending man to the morgue with it
There must be more than within raw
[?] dipped in law
There must be more, there must be more
There must be more than cheap freeloads
Posted up in the freezing cold
Thinking mad when the p's come slow
Man really needs this though
Seasons change and reasons grow
Man want cars and teeth in gold
Tell young kids that p's control
And physical meals don't feed your soul
So start wildin' out
Knife in hand but not dining out
Food in Mum's yard makes you the man of
The house until she thanks you out
Fearing the door getting kicked in by the
Police and the neighbours moving nosey
Made it hard for me to go sleep so
I stayed up late night quoting [?]
[?] blazing it's all entertainment
It's all practice
That's Dizzee Ras
Raskit don't waste time
Don't hesitate, don't pet, don't ramp
Two-two, .38, .9
These digit's'll leave you stiff like cramp
Most people [?] are stressed out
Cause they don't earn enough
With the nine bars in number nine
With fries they're still serving up
Feel like you've heard of us
Bring me to make the burner bust
[?] make a hungry man turn murderer
[?]
Type of shit make you wanna OD