Knucks, Venna, Loyle Carner - Standout lyrics
[Knucks, Venna, Loyle Carner - Standout lyrics]
No days off
Yo, I stand out like a
Black man in Kazakhstan
From where man get bored at
If they ain't have plans as that stands
I know the ropes like my backhand
Ain't tryna sit here chasing
Ghosts like I'm Pac-Man
Really from the grassroots of soil
Yard with the hard akh had it on the boil
My shorty act rash, man she spoiled
I like her 'cause she loyal like Loyle
Wrap the nyash up in foil
We actually royal, you're listening to kings
Where the haters now? Listen in the wind
Rappers feeling bad because they
Niggas in the bin
But they ain't on bidness thеy
Was chicken on the wing (Aha)
Liquor to the brim, blunts in thе ashtray
Mind moving slow, I control
Alt and backspace
Couldn't fuck with me and Loyle on a bad day
Balled like a cat
Man'll stroll through yuh rat race
Bun that, telling them I'm grown
I'mma do it on my own, uh
I been heading for the throne
Trap like the kid in Home Alone
I stand out
Like a black man on a hockey pitch
Treat the rap like I box, way I bop and dip
Flip, like Motorola, we ain't off a bit
A lotta fellas fallin' out
We ain't hoppin' ship
Remember listening to Knucks
Just a couple bucks
Little suttin' for my mums
Nothing from my pops
Rebel bring a little fruit
Grab a couple cups
I used to mix a little juice
Just to mash it up, trust
We got to duckin' if they started smoking
Blunts yo
I hit it once and I started choking
Uh, they used to buss it on a younger yute
Getting embarrassed saying I wouldn't
Bun their zoot
Q, bun that, telling them I'm grown
Running if you ain't coming I'mma
Do it on my own, uh
Fuck rap, I been heading for the throne
Make the yutes leave the trap like
The kid in Home Alone like
Bun that, telling them I'm grown
I'mma do it on my own, uh
I been heading for the throne
Trap like the kid in Home Alone
Yo, I stand out like a
Black man in Kazakhstan
From where man get bored at
If they ain't have plans as that stands
I know the ropes like my backhand
Ain't tryna sit here chasing
Ghosts like I'm Pac-Man
Really from the grassroots of soil
Yard with the hard akh had it on the boil
My shorty act rash, man she spoiled
I like her 'cause she loyal like Loyle
Wrap the nyash up in foil
We actually royal, you're listening to kings
Where the haters now? Listen in the wind
Rappers feeling bad because they
Niggas in the bin
But they ain't on bidness thеy
Was chicken on the wing (Aha)
Liquor to the brim, blunts in thе ashtray
Mind moving slow, I control
Alt and backspace
Couldn't fuck with me and Loyle on a bad day
Balled like a cat
Man'll stroll through yuh rat race
Bun that, telling them I'm grown
I'mma do it on my own, uh
I been heading for the throne
Trap like the kid in Home Alone
I stand out
Like a black man on a hockey pitch
Treat the rap like I box, way I bop and dip
Flip, like Motorola, we ain't off a bit
A lotta fellas fallin' out
We ain't hoppin' ship
Remember listening to Knucks
Just a couple bucks
Little suttin' for my mums
Nothing from my pops
Rebel bring a little fruit
Grab a couple cups
I used to mix a little juice
Just to mash it up, trust
We got to duckin' if they started smoking
Blunts yo
I hit it once and I started choking
Uh, they used to buss it on a younger yute
Getting embarrassed saying I wouldn't
Bun their zoot
Q, bun that, telling them I'm grown
Running if you ain't coming I'mma
Do it on my own, uh
Fuck rap, I been heading for the throne
Make the yutes leave the trap like
The kid in Home Alone like
Bun that, telling them I'm grown
I'mma do it on my own, uh
I been heading for the throne
Trap like the kid in Home Alone