Rival, Casey Lim, Ghetts - Said To Me lyrics
Ghetts [Justin Clarke Samuel]
[Rival, Casey Lim, Ghetts - Said To Me lyrics]
I remember what you said to me
I still remember what you said to me
I still remember what you said to me
I still remember what you said to me
I still remember what you said to me
It's been a while since we caught up
I won't even lie, I've been caught up
Tryna re-sort life but drugs I resort to
Cause life ain't in order, I'm like
How many words do I write or
How many times do I write to a song or
How many songs do I put to
An album for you to see
That I'm stuck between doing good and bad
Fully in the middle like Malcolm
Fully in the middle tryna figure the outcome
On a few things you've done like
Why you let my friend get pregnant
Feel the excitement and kill her son?
An hour she had him living?
You took him away before he knew morals
And you're letting me what?
Just keep sinning? That's kinda fucked up
Nah, it's kinda cut up
You let the heartless get rich
And let all these good hearted people suffer
That's crazy
I'm living a nightmare, hoping for a daydream
To let my mind wander from the pain, please
I still remember what you said to me
I still remember what you said to me
I still remember what you said to me
I still remember what you said to me
How many words in a sentence before
It turns into a paragraph?
How many words in a paragraph before
It turns into a page?
And how many pages turn before
It turns into a chapter? Ah, story time
OG, triple OG
I don't know his age, let's say 45
You know my nigga old school with
His hat in his jacket
And matching, at most ain't 49
Another old school don with a story like
Before that, before this, before my time
He had a son that would've been my age
But round here
A brudda will die before his time
Dad shotta, son innocent
House got run up in, goods in the back room
Son in the corner, dad covering
Bro on the floor with a
Chest full of stab wounds dad blood on him
Mum comes home to a house
Surrounded by blue tape
And a bag of police try to stop her coming in
Confusion, pain, anger, suffering
I understand why the dad don't like
Any shottas in the hood now
Cause he used to be one of them
I still remember what you said to me
I still remember what you said to me
I still remember what you said to me
I still remember what you said to me
Now every night I watch the moon
And stare into the darkest blues
I'm wondering if you're sitting at
Your window watching it too
Are you watching it too? Are
You watching it too?
Are you watching it too? Are
You watching it too?
I still remember what you said to me
I still remember what you said to me
I still remember what you said to me
I still remember what you said to me
I still remember what you said to me
It's been a while since we caught up
I won't even lie, I've been caught up
Tryna re-sort life but drugs I resort to
Cause life ain't in order, I'm like
How many words do I write or
How many times do I write to a song or
How many songs do I put to
An album for you to see
That I'm stuck between doing good and bad
Fully in the middle like Malcolm
Fully in the middle tryna figure the outcome
On a few things you've done like
Why you let my friend get pregnant
Feel the excitement and kill her son?
An hour she had him living?
You took him away before he knew morals
And you're letting me what?
Just keep sinning? That's kinda fucked up
Nah, it's kinda cut up
You let the heartless get rich
And let all these good hearted people suffer
That's crazy
I'm living a nightmare, hoping for a daydream
To let my mind wander from the pain, please
I still remember what you said to me
I still remember what you said to me
I still remember what you said to me
I still remember what you said to me
How many words in a sentence before
It turns into a paragraph?
How many words in a paragraph before
It turns into a page?
And how many pages turn before
It turns into a chapter? Ah, story time
OG, triple OG
I don't know his age, let's say 45
You know my nigga old school with
His hat in his jacket
And matching, at most ain't 49
Another old school don with a story like
Before that, before this, before my time
He had a son that would've been my age
But round here
A brudda will die before his time
Dad shotta, son innocent
House got run up in, goods in the back room
Son in the corner, dad covering
Bro on the floor with a
Chest full of stab wounds dad blood on him
Mum comes home to a house
Surrounded by blue tape
And a bag of police try to stop her coming in
Confusion, pain, anger, suffering
I understand why the dad don't like
Any shottas in the hood now
Cause he used to be one of them
I still remember what you said to me
I still remember what you said to me
I still remember what you said to me
I still remember what you said to me
Now every night I watch the moon
And stare into the darkest blues
I'm wondering if you're sitting at
Your window watching it too
Are you watching it too? Are
You watching it too?
Are you watching it too? Are
You watching it too?
I still remember what you said to me