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lirik lagu know better (remix) – g.r.4.y (uk)

[intro]
“product of my*
yeah”

[verse 1]
product of my environment
so, i tip the scales, stay slidin’ it
like the 808: kick in the base only requirement
held so much glass, swear down, think it turned me vile
magic man, potion packed, spread that out * that’s a green mile
how’s he just gone run it up? run it up?
like man ain’t been through the trials
been punchin’ the clock like joaquin * can’t forget to smile
when i catch that glimpse between diamonds
manna got hands till times still
time, steel, like a pipe * ain’t that a right thrill?

[interlude]
powder keg
wonderin’ how much time is left
cus’ am ’boutta blow up, no osama, yeah
you’re all dеad
won’t ever go right till knottin’s left, cus’ it only goеs right till nottin’s left
bout time i get my bread, collect what’s mine, quite like your head

[verse 2]
way i always run the bars like a stubborn convict, man am el chapo when i want
and if ye tryna’ war me, i got plenty more than arms
and i ain’t pullin’ leg, c*nt * am comin’ for your skull
wolverine: tings only dig in if it’s three’s
been a true cynic, so, you know i gotta’ keep the piece
hold it under dungarees
no one knows how punk will gut the scene
f*ck it, bout to explode, set the tone like: 1,2,3
3*3*2*1

yeah, like 3*2*1

[verse 3]
been on my ones like neo, but i’ll flip that and live for eons
ain’t playin’, but, i’ve got cheaters
know what am sayin? boutta break this sphere
paint me as the villain, so, i can’t end this as a hero
quest of redemption, lest we forget the * the * the*

feelin’ like a haystack needle buried deep, can’t see that reason
sinkin’ feet like those that appeared, left beneath everythin’ they built, gave meanin’
what a shame, but i won’t stay defeated
feel the cave break, i may just heal it
all that reckon * my veins, like vascular conditions
been a while since i had a pot to p*ss in, but, i gave up on the rainbow when i lost all colour of division

[verse 4]
am on the spectrum like a prism
this world feels just like a prison
another day, a wrong decision
the bed i’ve laid
i can’t sleep, yet, don’t want keep driftin’
heart*beat skippin’, have i finally got peace?
sickness in my conscience, feelin’ like a zombie * but i got keep spittin’
feel like i might be shiv * ah!
does god f*ckin’ want beef?
cus’ am bout to kamikaze, run these drillin’s
i can’t keep slippin’, so, amma’ grab the harp*piece grippin’ strings around the stratosphere
north western boutta’ be the descender * all south from here, if you get meh?

(haha! what?”)

[verse 5]
so, say it for aitch, cus’ i’m the g
say it fore’ me and that’s an f
always my b*ttons they tryna’ press, but they ain’t sowin’, knottin, with that intellect and lack of ched*

d*ck ‘ed, where’s ye bread?
said her fella’s p*ssed? tell him: “get new kecks”
cus’ i’ll sever head till it’s drenched his treds
can’t tell feds when message never sent

no steps to check, no sh*lls on ground
reppin’ the gray * glasgow through chest
these pests through crevice won’t intercept
energy leave em’ shattered * heart go through neck
still, ain’t no crowbar
4 * 7 debts and am close to exit, thats bills, no rent
mass appeal to these 10’s, whole meals on check
celiac * am goin’ against the grain
good kid remorselessly sent the hail
been through the storm, weatherin’ the sail
30 g’s, no berkin, dame, am just too real
you can pay for yourself, still, let’s make a reel

shouldn’t’ve told her i got alligator skin
tearin’ out nail while she hammerin’ head
yeah, am f*ckin her about, boats nearly left out from the deep * jeremy wade
playboy * bruce wayne
boy in the night of gail, abbey rode left, hamilton terrace

in other words: can’t do sh*t in this apartment
left her flat, she possesses nothin’
yet eye’s rolled back, seen her soul go stuntin’ from north to the west like gray when choppin’
breakin’ the chopper, that’s harley, stop it
can’t slow down, she f*ckin’ loves it
calls me ‘duck’, she’s in her forties, we’re in the winchester, these shot’s revolvin’
glass keeps turnin’ just like the watch face, (no one direction, no niall horan)
the what?
yeah
no niall horan

[verse 6]
maddie moody, that’s her irish groupie, four leaf clover if they bring another two in
wetness made the room haze
they’ll be sweatin’, steamin’, four leaf clover > pipe, and then they blew it
left it leakin’, blessed in features, looks the best of influence in*
gettin’ dreams in
no bread, but, collect chicks st**zy
f*ck it, whip out baguette, french descendant * no yeast infection; but, i left her screamin’
she wanna be a director, so, let’s get to scenin’
this a*team effort, still i’ll minimal effort please them

plenty fish in the sea, yet she’s a star
is she dead? felt my p*n*s beat her heart
brr, brr

trapped my b*lls under my drawers, i should know better
eat p*ssy breakfast, lunch and supper * i don’t know better
she’s expectin’ me to call her, she should know better
i guess that’s no head, yeah?

[outro]
“f*cksake”
(unintelligible primal*screaming)
“think she’s pullin’ up, ye know
what’s that?
is that a f*ckin’ molotov, bro?
what the fu****”

- g r 4 y uk

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