| Did you see me?
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| Do you have keys on? |
| (What you fucking talking 'bout, Willis?)
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| Huh? |
| Do I have keys?
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| You fucking stupid ho
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| 'Cause I know the Northside is looking out for me
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| Wanted to cry but there’s nothing that made me
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| Going in circles, I thought that I was really finished
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| Got so high, well, I stopped fucking with it (Dem ones)
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| Peace, Earth, you don’t say?
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| Can you tell what model they
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| Used to explain this oil change?
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| Don’t praise that they’re all pre-made
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| You fly to hold your name in the same city
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| I remember when you packed bags at Sainsbury’s
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| Put your loving on me 'cause I caused your best
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| Fight me 'til you’re humming, seems like I called your stress
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| Wouldn’t say no, bae, I caused your
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| Push your doubt 'round, I mean
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| Settle for more, yeah
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| What BPM is it?
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| Yeah, yeah, nah, it was one of dem ones
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| 'Cause I was saying wagwan like I was going into someone’s yard, innit
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| Did you see me like, «Ah, nice to meet you,» like on a respectful ting?
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| «Where should I leave the shoes?»
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| Either way you complain, I start work at nine today
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| Understand your awful shame
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| I was once the same damn way
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| But you’re fake damned and lately
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| I’ve been missing mine for taking on your safety
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| Put your loving on me 'cause I caused your best
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| Fight me 'til you’re humming, seems like I called your stress
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| Wouldn’t say no, bae, I caused your
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| Push your doubt 'round, I mean
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| Settle for more, yeah, mhm, yeah
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| When your name’s Femi, blood
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| It’s like being English and being called like, I dunno, Harry or Phillip,
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| you know?
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| Not even Phillip, bruv, 'cause it’s
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| 'Cause you got all dem Phillippé tings and dat
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| You know what I’m saying?
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| What you saying?
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| The Northside is looking out for me
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| Wanted to cry but there’s nothing that made me
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| Going in circles, I thought that I was really finished
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| Got so high, well, I stopped fucking with it
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| 'Cause you know the ninth day becomes a quiet place
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| The last thing I remember is the night or day
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| The Northside is with me, even in LA
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| Which one do you prefer?
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| Well, I can’t choose, they’re not the same
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| You’re right, I might have packed too much this time
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| You know that I go missing, babe, not worth another fight
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| Can’t cut me off, I won’t obey, I can’t lie, I wanna stay
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| (It's when you shouted Sainsbury’s, man got a little emotional still)
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| Put your loving on me 'cause I caused your best
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| Fight me 'til you’re humming, seems like I called your stress
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| Wouldn’t say no, bae, I caused your
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| Push your doubt 'round, I mean
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| Settle for more, yeah
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| Sometimes it’s about finding the magic in them tings
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| It’s a vibe, it suits your voice bare as well
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| Actually sounds pretty good now
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| This is hard
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| The Northside is looking out for me
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| Wanted to cry but there’s nothing that made me
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| Going in circles, I thought that I was fucking finished
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| Got so high, well, I stopped fucking with it
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| The Northside is looking out for me
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| Wanted to cry but there’s nothing that made me
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| Going in circles, but that won’t break my spirit
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| Got so high, well, I stopped fucking with it
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| Yeah, man, I’m ready to hear the whole album
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| Honestly, you’re going in |