Tinie Tempah - Looking Down the Barrel lyrics
[Tinie Tempah - Looking Down the Barrel lyrics]
Looking in the barrel of a 12 gauge magnum
Who’s that standing behind the trigger
Finger squinting at me
Looking in the barrel of a 12 gauge magnum
I ain’t never done nobody no wrong but me
Stolen from the wild and
Released into captivity
So when I’m near the public
Too long I act fidgety
Act liberties have to take my gat to Liberty
To stop that crazy bitch tryna snap
My black dick off me
Conceived cause no one used the
Condom or the pill
But was welcomed with open arms like
The statue that's in Brazil
Mummy knew I’d be expensive so
She nearly called me Bill
Daddy thought the stress would kill him
So he nearly called me Will
Weighing in at 7 pounds and
1 ounce this little miracle
Got given a name with way too many syllables
That made my registration in
Class a tad difficult
And anyone who did telesales
A little miserable
Where my dark skin girls at, and aboriginals?
Where my light skinned girls at?
The whole of Liverpool
All I ever wanted to do was be individual
Says that black rapper on
Your stereo ha typical
Looking at a MILF, thinking bout filth
Make that fucking O’Neil
Then I give her the Shaquille
I got all the top lawyers looking at my deals
One UK tour we probably looking bout a mill
Rocking my fur knowing something got killed
I even gave PETA dough to help
Me deal with the guilt
Might take Jameela Jamil for a meal
But, I still eat fried chicken
And I still drink Lilt
(for that totally tropical taste)
Life on the edge, life on the ledge
Life through the lens, life on the net
Life in the press
Where there’s a life there’s a death
Sometimes I literally hear God
Reply to my prayers
If life is a bitch then life is my ex
Who was so overly obsessed by
The size of my head
Told me I broke her heart then
Put a knife to my chest
Now it's real cold on the
Other side of the bed
Threw me in at the deep
End despite of my fears
These journalists can be fucking lions
Tigers and bears
Vincent van Gogh‘d em, gave em a work of art
Now these critics all make me wanna
Fucking slice off my ears
Flight club yeah, bought me a pair of Airs
My niggas told me well done
Cause them mediums is rare
Yeah, looking down the barrel
Shoot but don’t let it
Stain my American Apparel
Who’s that standing behind the trigger
Finger squinting at me
Looking in the barrel of a 12 gauge magnum
I ain’t never done nobody no wrong but me
Stolen from the wild and
Released into captivity
So when I’m near the public
Too long I act fidgety
Act liberties have to take my gat to Liberty
To stop that crazy bitch tryna snap
My black dick off me
Conceived cause no one used the
Condom or the pill
But was welcomed with open arms like
The statue that's in Brazil
Mummy knew I’d be expensive so
She nearly called me Bill
Daddy thought the stress would kill him
So he nearly called me Will
Weighing in at 7 pounds and
1 ounce this little miracle
Got given a name with way too many syllables
That made my registration in
Class a tad difficult
And anyone who did telesales
A little miserable
Where my dark skin girls at, and aboriginals?
Where my light skinned girls at?
The whole of Liverpool
All I ever wanted to do was be individual
Says that black rapper on
Your stereo ha typical
Looking at a MILF, thinking bout filth
Make that fucking O’Neil
Then I give her the Shaquille
I got all the top lawyers looking at my deals
One UK tour we probably looking bout a mill
Rocking my fur knowing something got killed
I even gave PETA dough to help
Me deal with the guilt
Might take Jameela Jamil for a meal
But, I still eat fried chicken
And I still drink Lilt
(for that totally tropical taste)
Life on the edge, life on the ledge
Life through the lens, life on the net
Life in the press
Where there’s a life there’s a death
Sometimes I literally hear God
Reply to my prayers
If life is a bitch then life is my ex
Who was so overly obsessed by
The size of my head
Told me I broke her heart then
Put a knife to my chest
Now it's real cold on the
Other side of the bed
Threw me in at the deep
End despite of my fears
These journalists can be fucking lions
Tigers and bears
Vincent van Gogh‘d em, gave em a work of art
Now these critics all make me wanna
Fucking slice off my ears
Flight club yeah, bought me a pair of Airs
My niggas told me well done
Cause them mediums is rare
Yeah, looking down the barrel
Shoot but don’t let it
Stain my American Apparel