Kano, Damon Albarn - Deep Blues lyrics
[Kano, Damon Albarn - Deep Blues lyrics]
Now we're fucking rapping for fashion
More infatuated with Ferraris and Astons
I'm not Martin
But crown me the king of just blacking
Out on this disc of plastic
But hidden in these flows
Is undeniable passion
Never worked a day in my life
All I know is rap
Life's had bigger submissions but I won't tap
The people's done with the fiction
Now they want fact
Go underground, but mind the gap
Trap, trap, trap, now everybody's trapping
And it sounds like trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap
'Bout that life, but are you really 'bout it
When them white rocks steal your uncle
And they just won't give him back?
Ain't seen ever, just come out of prison
I just hope that he ain't using but
The truth will beg to differ
Life can get really, really real
Life can get really, really real
Deep, deep blues deep, deep blues
Deep, deep blues deep, deep blues
Very bad news, just found out that my
Bredrin's mum's got cancer
While I'm online looking at back
Shots of the week
Soph's mum's ill, might need an operation
And I'm online looking at Rolexes
It's not that time
Billy lost a baby, that shit fucking pains me
And all I lost's a gram
Popping bottles and a day's sleep
Nanan's husband died, such is life
But white rum, nine night
Money, money, money
That's what the yout man worship
It's the devil and he's working hard
But karma is a mother
And you can't keep dodging bullets
Lesson learned, suggest you take it and run
Cause when you're sitting in a cell
Just had an altercation
And the victim's in a coma, if he dies
We're going jail
Life just got really, really real
Life just got so fucking real
Deep, deep blues deep, deep blues
Deep, deep blues
(Life just got so fucking real)
Deep, deep blues
Alarm snoozed, I'm in a melancholic mood
Last night, we boozed
How am I spending them pinkies
And got the blues?
When I'm not hard labouring by eating fruit's
Why don't I celebrate wins but hate to lose?
Glass half empty even though it's rosé Krug
And when the shoe's on the other foot
They'll say at least they're spanking new
So without a bruise
You won't see the pain I'm going through
Sometimes, I feel like every
Day it's Monday blues
More infatuated with Ferraris and Astons
I'm not Martin
But crown me the king of just blacking
Out on this disc of plastic
But hidden in these flows
Is undeniable passion
Never worked a day in my life
All I know is rap
Life's had bigger submissions but I won't tap
The people's done with the fiction
Now they want fact
Go underground, but mind the gap
Trap, trap, trap, now everybody's trapping
And it sounds like trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap
'Bout that life, but are you really 'bout it
When them white rocks steal your uncle
And they just won't give him back?
Ain't seen ever, just come out of prison
I just hope that he ain't using but
The truth will beg to differ
Life can get really, really real
Life can get really, really real
Deep, deep blues deep, deep blues
Deep, deep blues deep, deep blues
Very bad news, just found out that my
Bredrin's mum's got cancer
While I'm online looking at back
Shots of the week
Soph's mum's ill, might need an operation
And I'm online looking at Rolexes
It's not that time
Billy lost a baby, that shit fucking pains me
And all I lost's a gram
Popping bottles and a day's sleep
Nanan's husband died, such is life
But white rum, nine night
Money, money, money
That's what the yout man worship
It's the devil and he's working hard
But karma is a mother
And you can't keep dodging bullets
Lesson learned, suggest you take it and run
Cause when you're sitting in a cell
Just had an altercation
And the victim's in a coma, if he dies
We're going jail
Life just got really, really real
Life just got so fucking real
Deep, deep blues deep, deep blues
Deep, deep blues
(Life just got so fucking real)
Deep, deep blues
Alarm snoozed, I'm in a melancholic mood
Last night, we boozed
How am I spending them pinkies
And got the blues?
When I'm not hard labouring by eating fruit's
Why don't I celebrate wins but hate to lose?
Glass half empty even though it's rosé Krug
And when the shoe's on the other foot
They'll say at least they're spanking new
So without a bruise
You won't see the pain I'm going through
Sometimes, I feel like every
Day it's Monday blues