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jesse james solomon - fire in the booth كلمات الأغنية

[instrumental 1]
hid in the bits when i was sick of this sh-t
pull up at stu’s, spit it and dip
into the mist like i didn’t exist
got out the mix like man is in a whisk
in the ill ride, sick as h-ll whip
city lights as we’re hitting the bridge
the bridge i couldn’t burn and the city made me learn
what my mother couldn’t
and she better than any other woman
touch ends, i pull up in pull-ins
me and the ends have an affair that two lovers couldn’t
wooly raised me, crazy, you couldn’t change me
but how’d the ends take mo? he was a baby
give a baby toast and he’ll bake beans
i know i made me do something that ain’t me
now, i blaze weed, thinking about the days we’d
kick ball and play end-to-end in paisley
i just go wherever the pen takes me
whenever the rain wakes me, it aches me
to see how some of these pr-cks paint me, faintly, ’cause
you never knew me

[instrumental 2]
i said i’m baking off with the bacons-ons
i don’t deal with no paigons-ons
wooly road where they made me in
i broke out, no more breaking in
i’m in the background, blending in
shades on and a vengeance grin
with my goonies, all gremlinned off
remember us from that bendy bus?
these n-gg-s wanna act all tough?
remember when we used to send ’em shop
wrong way down the one-way
they look at us and think “one day…”
packed off on a sunday
i’m baking off with a one bae
i said i’m baking off with a bake-
i said i’m- huh?
i said i hit the strip
with a dragon stout, let’s get it yopping
quick ting
she got a man around but she’s watching
i could draw, i’m smoking good draw
so it’s a long ting
double-wrap the good draw, that’s the kush score
in a long cling
i got my head on ps, still m-o-b
man, that girl means nothing
i hit the cemetry, pour some hennessy
heaven or h-ll, i love ’em
we all sinners though
sometimes you gotta lose, we all winners though
london city’s cold
but when you’re hitting go, she looks pre-
and it’s supposed to be summer
but there’s rain on my window, sun in the slumber
quick, take my number
give me a call when you’re feeling under
the weather
lightning and thunder
she give me the eye
so i’m [?] with a jumper
slept through [?] hunger
i was wiser and younger
now i’m lighting that punk up
lens on my shades black like my lungs are
light up that b-mba
the ends raised a monster
all i know is run it up
silk shirt and i never done it up
beer belly but i tell ’em it’s a money gut
it’s young jj in the f-cking cut
ayy, it’s young jj in the f-cking cut

- jesse james solomon

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