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smile - jay weezy lyrics

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my girl and my bredrin got bail, that made me smile
meanwhile my sister’s locked up in hmp styal
big black n-gga in the green, it’s like green mile
and if i get more than fifteen i want a re-trial
i’m a survivor like destiny’s child
early morning, i’m locked into jeremy kyle
i’m still tryna make my g’s pile
so i’ve p-ssed the torch but when i’m back i’ll have the plug on speed dial
radio and cd’s, no mp3 files
i’ve got sticks with sweets like the confectionary aisle
on the exercise yard, the weather’s meant to be mild
locked inside a cage but i’ve never been wild
before i write bars down i make a freestyle
i ain’t f-cking with no peng ting if her feet’s vile
i had your b-tch tip-toeing on them cream tiles
this is some shadow man slash shangooli style
i remember making beats on d-zee’s dell computer
now i’m here sitting in a cell like mover
so much tins in the room you can smell the tuna
tell a n-gga that’s my spot like sheldon cooper
from the trap saviour to a helpful tutor
tell my nephew shine like what i tell my jeweller
i’ve got gold on the outside, i can cash it later
but if i go broke you better melt it sooner
i medicate on weed like it’s a health improver
tell you bout my past but i can’t tell my future
all them bricks i coulda bought a house for sale on zoopla
eight bricks, two sticks, that weren’t a l i’m used to
despite all the l’s i’ve never felt a loser
n-ggas want me off the streets, now it’s welcome to ya
i keep schooling them, you can’t expel the ruler
when your trap goes dead get some morale to boost ya
on the blower to my girl, she’s crying on the phone
feeling like e.t., i’m trying to get home
for the first time in my life i feel alone
but don’t worry about me, i can ride this on my own
humble n-gga, they expect me to be hype cause i’m known
feds left me to rot, now i’m right in the zone
time’s flying and the contraband’s flying on a drone
no pablo, it’s the life of jerome
i send my mom a card on father’s day like it’s mother’s day
about to get a ship out, tell my pad mate i’d love to stay
well i’d love to get out so that’s some sh-t that i shouldn’t say
prison break got me feeling like i can run away
canteen just came in now i’m screaming underlay
when a hustle stops hustlers find another way
but for now take this half and give back a dozen eighths
just another day on my hmp holiday
solicitors didn’t show up for the visit, i’m p-ssed off
argos need to fix up cause sh-t’s never in stock
everyday i’m hustling but i ain’t rick ross
talk to man on c wing through the fence, that’s a wingstop
about to get a shower so i put on my flip flops
head under the water whilst i think about the big loss
visit from a gyal if my mouth’s full of lip gloss
only twenty-two and twenty-two’s what the brick costs

- jay weezy lyrics

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