Bugzy Malone, Maverick Sabre - Separation lyrics

Bugzy Malone [Aaron Davies]

[Bugzy Malone, Maverick Sabre - Separation lyrics]

Yeah bugzy Malone
You know i need you to picture this
I need you to picture this
(Sounds of the Sir)

Separation's mad
Cos we don't even talk no more
You don't even cross my mind
Really that's sad cos I was on the
Bedroom floor waiting for the PS3 pad
I remember the smell
You was trying to make man blaze
Them times I was way too young
Nobody could tell
But deep down I was just following
You like you was the one
You remember the creps? 110s we
Used to call them
Yours were the baddest on road
Them days were the best
Free as a bird pedalling
From postcode to postcode
Reaching speeds on a Mongoose Pro playing
Grime beats on a stolen phone
I remember the Samsung D500 with the
Little speaker on it was cold
20 man deep, bare different emcee names
Everybody had bars
Do you remember the Toyota Corolla
Bare different stolen cars
Even the dog's nickname was Bullet
Because it was leaving holes in necks
And you got hench and had man
Feeling weak Samson with no dreads
We don't talk no more but that's fine
Please tell your mum I said hi
Them days are gone and they're
Never gonna come back
We're older now and that's life
No disrespect
Back then you was on top and it
Felt like you was the guy
Separation's mad and time flies
Cos now you're institutionalised

I remember living crazy
I remember we were ride or die
Just one minute we were wavy
Now separation's got me living like
I remember living crazy
I remember we were ride or die
Just one minute we were wavy
Now separation's got me living like
It's mad how time can fly

Separation's mad cos we don't
Even chill no more
I don't even ring your line I
Was with you in the trap
I couldn't believe my eyes when I
Seen your hustle and grind
Back then you was wham
What are you about 6'2"
You made man feel so small
Back then the Nokia never stopped ringing it
Was like phone call after phone call
18 ounces in the holdall
To me it was full of dust
I would watch you cook until it
Turned into a golf ball
Then you'd break it up into little rocks
And we'd hit the road until dawn
Still don't know how we never got caught
I thought we wore the balli to stay warm
But when I look back you was just on form
We would go milkshake, that was the flex
Over the road for chicken and chips
And you had some of the waviest old school
Nike jackets I'd ever seen in the bit's
You kept elastic bands on your wrist
And you told me to keep stacks in thousands
I remember the night that
We kept counting and
We must have stopped at about 26
And the time that we dug up the ting and you
Wanted me to let it bang and it jammed
When I look back
The ting was rusty and it probably
Could have blown off man's hand
We don't talk much now and it's strange
I hope your mum's okay
Separations mad and it's all change
No disrespect but you're not the same
I remember living crazy
I remember we were ride or die
Just one minute we were wavy
Now separation's got me living like
I remember living crazy
I remember we were ride or die
Just one minute we were wavy
Now separation's got me living like
It's mad how time can fly

It's mad how time can fly
It's mad how time can fly
It's mad how time can fly

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