in your eyes Mount Kimbie & Dom Maker (Ft. Danny Brown & slowthai)
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[Intro: slowthai]
But that doesn't make them very popular
And they chase the old time
The poor kids that way, can't play ball, you can't do this
Then there's the neighbors complaining about the children
Tellin' them so and so, off
But I do think you're callin' me dirty, you're gettin' back in a blink near old
I miss you, man
[Verse 1: slowthai]
How I miss the kiss (Mwah)
You used to give before I dipped (Dipped)
And dipped (Dipped), and dipped (Dipped), and dipped
In your eyes, you're still the kid, do the scratch and sniff (Ha-ha)
Before we got in whips, back in BMX, standin' on the pegs
Askin' for a chip, just to roll a spliff
'Cause we didn't have a quip, we had to tick, and tick, and tick, and tick
'Til they come for their shit, like you ain't gettin' it
Oi, oi, oi where's my fuckin' money?, you ain't gettin' it
Money is my glue (Glue, glue, glue)
Grab your neck and make it blue, sad emoji for a snakey
You ain't snakey 'cause there's nothing I won't say to you
And I don't care who you workin', flip the pot like I'ma play with Zeus
We like songs, where you goin'?
I know I'm bonded, it's been too long
I huff and puff, they all fall off
Rise and shine, they done and dust
But that doesn't make them very popular
And they chase the old time
The poor kids that way, can't play ball, you can't do this
Then there's the neighbors complaining about the children
Tellin' them so and so, off
But I do think you're callin' me dirty, you're gettin' back in a blink near old
I miss you, man
[Verse 1: slowthai]
How I miss the kiss (Mwah)
You used to give before I dipped (Dipped)
And dipped (Dipped), and dipped (Dipped), and dipped
In your eyes, you're still the kid, do the scratch and sniff (Ha-ha)
Before we got in whips, back in BMX, standin' on the pegs
Askin' for a chip, just to roll a spliff
'Cause we didn't have a quip, we had to tick, and tick, and tick, and tick
'Til they come for their shit, like you ain't gettin' it
Oi, oi, oi where's my fuckin' money?, you ain't gettin' it
Money is my glue (Glue, glue, glue)
Grab your neck and make it blue, sad emoji for a snakey
You ain't snakey 'cause there's nothing I won't say to you
And I don't care who you workin', flip the pot like I'ma play with Zeus
We like songs, where you goin'?
I know I'm bonded, it's been too long
I huff and puff, they all fall off
Rise and shine, they done and dust
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