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elite sessions part.2 - eyez lyrics

i remember way back then
when n0body knew me at all
f-ck the teachers that booed me at school
swear i’m gonna be proving you all, wrong
i don’t need no gcses’
always said that i would be an mc
i was told i was stupid
now i’m known for my music
eyez is seen as elite
i believe i’ll achieve
f-ck failing
unleashing a beast, i’m not waiting
i ain’t got patience
imma speed to the scene while my ep drops like a leaf on the tree
wham out, 3rd of august
you get my drift i’m turning corners
get your purchase ordered
if you don’t get it, make sure that your girlfriend brought it
tell your bredrin he can’t miss this one
all new hooks and bars on this one
you can’t miss this one
the bars are big don
this ones got all the hardest hits on
no labbin’, go grab it, buy wham,f-ck fedz, get shot dead in a riot van
had me in the cells all night ‘for my don said i weren’t the right man
but they thought i was involved
4 walls and a window, concrete floor and a sh-t hole
they had all of my info, course it’s my skin tone and coz i talk with a lingo
nick me, because i had a certain accent, tryna tell me they heard i’m slanging
f-cking b-st-rds
dropped the charges
come back saying no further actions
and f-ck feds let me move to a new subject
god bless all my loved ones that dropped dead
upset so i spit bars and bun zest
when i touch sets nothing but blood shed
e-y does it e-z
and i’ve done a lot for these
so make sure that you’ve got the cd
save the cash and cut the ep
lets see who’s true to elijah
3 pound each or 2 for a fiver
its truthfully minor, music’s my life blud
we go together like zoots and a lighter
old friends say that the goons are behind ya
but we’ll see who’s true to elijah
don’t p-ss me off and say you ain’t got 3 pounds
all of your clothes and shoes are designer
get off your -ss and get 3 quid, wham, future and guest features
first you need to say 30p a day
you’ll have your copy by next week-ish
bang out wham out your wedge speakers
my fans wanna know where my sb is
most spitfires are a hundred k so i’m on my way to try get me rich
just for my mums sake
and my daughters
i don’t wanna spend life slanging ballers
i’d rather make cash for my chorus, at the performance
get a clap from the audience
that’s what i’m made for, not a day job, that’s what i’m made for
i never got grade as always had grey days like i was trapped in a rain storm
i’m back i’m in great form
i ain’t f-cking around, i’m doubling pounds
i don’t wanna be stuck underground, i’ve got big dreams of coping a house its gotta be now
so support the cause, order yours i’m more mature
wiser and older mind of a soldier some would of thought i fought a war
coz i work like a slave but i’m a king
still tryna grind for my new castle
what do you know about living in a hostel
broke as f-ck getting food parcels
(paddleys a mouse(?)) don’t sleep in reception
keep it inside don’t speak to a bredrin
sofas to sofas, hopeless and homeless
i didn’t even get no peace when i’m resting
sharing a room with a stranger
i swear it would humiliate ya
yeah i got a name but where did the views ever take ya
bare of these youts are in danger
get rid of ya disguise, stop living in a lie, the things sitting on my mind have drinking ?
my father had a heart attack, i gotta thank god that hes living and alive i’m empty inside keep sending for eyez
i’ve mentally died, you can’t feel my feat, you’re too far beneath, true charts believe me
my new bars are greezy, they’re too hard for tv
yo this has come from the cure explained by my tongue are my thoughts still bumping the law
no lie i’ll cry and die inside if i ever see my mum in a morgue, i ain’t young anymore
turn to a man, burning the dank
wrap the next ting, if there’s no grinder when i’m blazing my bud then i’m breaking it up like a bad connection
yo, coz i’m brooke and i’m thinner
got no food can’t cook me a dinner
think to myself that i could be a winner but i don’t see eyez when i look in the mirror

i ain’t me at the moment

broken down don’t see no emotion i’ve choked i’ve drowned i’m deep in the ocean, i’ve been keeping it closed in, i need to speak in the open

- eyez lyrics

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