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Fire In The Booth, Pt.2 Lyrics - Artist : Professor Green
I don't rap for the people, I go over their heads
So if you can be an opener, still put one through your head top Food in the boot so I hope I don't get stopped Hop in the drop, take the top off and I get top Really there ain't no ones, there ain't no opposition If there was opposition that would mean there's competition Played a villain, risked my life just to make a living Take a life just to make a killing I ain't an actor, I don't play the victim I don't ask questions, I make decisions Can't put me in a hole 'cause I ain't a pigeon Used to wanna make a change, now I wanna make a difference Can't put me in a box 'cause I break them all I lose control and then I take control Took a half, made it whole Used to leave my yard not knowing if I'd make it home I'm a stain on your favourite sweater From the era where you couldn't make an error Ain't no I in you, ain't no U in me At times you gotta close your eyes so as you can see You ain't runnin' shit, you just run amok Watch it get sticky when you come unstuck I ain't no one to stick it on, I'm different dawg My favourite watch has still got stickers on Think before you start swingin' You're fighting a losing battle, you aren't winning In the dark, preening when a goal down But I'm Ole Gunnar Solskjaer in the last minute Either I'm on time or I land early I keep my nose clean, I get my hands dirty Took 10 and gave my man 30 Oh, you're an animal? Good Now I turn you into taxidermy If you're a boss, who are you employing? Tell me who are you givin' orders to? I'm sick of hearin' what I aught to do Maybe I should wear a bally or use autotune Sip lean and get my face tatted I don't know what you're doin' but it ain't rapping Dribbling, babbling smackheads Who ain't as good as me when I'm at my worst at best Phillips or a flathead, I need a new drill bit Maybe I should buy a strap and do some drill shit Patrice Evra, the man you hate As long as you know I'm rated by the man you rate Listenin' to Stone Roses, I wanna be adored I got mi amore, I don't need a Rita Ora, Keisha or a Becky Grew up in the flats watching nan take money out the kitty For some lecky Do we keep the gas or the lecky on? I don't care who's toes that I'm treading on Get it right even if I get it wrong Let's get it on, getting by even though I'm getting on A younger for who? I ain't a younger for you I'm 35 and I look younger than yous This is from the heart, I did it for the art Can't believe some of the shit that you done for some views Now the year's new, I lay my game flat I want my spot back, take 2 Best Fire In The Booth since Fire In The Booth We all know that I give evidence, writer is the proof |
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