Testo sterling's finest - Leyma

sterling's finest

PART I
Can I nick a riz' and fiz' mate?
'Bout to jump on the train
To the city where it’s busy, I can engage
In the pretty ugly love that I have for this place
In the pretty ugly love that I have for this place
Yet I’ve heard that time don’t wait for no man
Remember you’re alone
Third person versions of a romance
They’re knackered as the day is young
As the day is done
So would you pass the lighter, my man
He keeps a pouch
Inside that left breast pocket, now
Beside his heart
Sparked an interest since she came about
He keeps a pouch
30 grams of Sterling’s finest, now
A bit ironic
Lost his logic
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