Teardrops (Explicit)
Kano"Teardrops (Explicit)" is a song by Kano, released in 2019 in the Pop genre. The song is 3:19 long and contains 86 lines and 594 words.
Lyrics
0:00作曲 : Blue May/Duke Reid/Jodi Milliner/Kane Robinson/Migual Collins
0:01作词 : Blue May/Duke Reid/Jodi Milliner/Kane Robinson/Migual Collins
0:28Overdose off the ovation
0:30Make a stand for the whole nation
0:32Dressing room like the Old Bailey
0:35101 dogs and they ain't dalmatians
0:37Knock you down, take your money like a donation
0:39But why they think that was the morals we was all raised with
0:42Screwface can't save faces
0:43They only saving graces
0:44At least it was saving papers
0:45But there ain't no safe haven
0:46If they can spray paint "*****" on Lebron James' crib
0:49That means a black card ain't ****
0:50When that's the shade your face is
0:51So basically, we're Kunta Kinte's in some Cuban links
0:54The Balenciaga's didn't blend us in
0:56We're here now, word to God's Gift
0:59They shoulda never let us in the game then
1:01And know I'll back my brothers 'til my last breath
1:04They left a Hennessy on the pavement
1:06Ever see me go on the pavement?
1:08Face on the floor, would you help a brother change his
1:10Circumstances hurt the hardest, ballers never made it
1:12Black pitch famous
1:13So east side like Mr ****ing Avis
1:16You would never school me if I scoop up something famous
1:18And you won't catch me with Julie and the vaders
1:21Man, the real made us, man don't worry 'bout no paigons
1:23If you ain't got above 80, don't worry what my rate is
1:26You ain't ****ing got the faintest
1:27Man don't show off,
1:28It's just to show the mandem they can make it
1:29Coming from the city where the slipperiest of snakes live
1:32Village has to raise its
1:33Young kings and queens to believe their greatness
1:35Fed up of police stations
1:37ID parading 'cause, well, I ain't be mistaken
1:39Just 'cause I lead the baiters
1:40While we sly, paedos raping
1:42Big man like you
1:43Brogues and a big boy black suit and a gangster platoon
1:46What's a man supposed to do?
1:48We have complained to the police about the police
1:51And nothing's been done
1:52We have complained to judges about judges
1:55And nothing's been done
1:56Now it is time to do something ourselves
1:58In love and war
2:00All is fair where I'm from
2:04The weak won't last
2:06A week in shoes like our ones
2:09When it rains it pours
2:10Hoodies all summer
2:12'Cause teardrops from the sky
2:14Only seem to fall on you and I
2:17Used to do rates for Ingrid
2:20Wafer-thin envelope with eighty quids in
2:23I paid my dues now pay me plenty
2:25And me and Hollow on the phone talkin'
2:28So trade a verse, limited tax
2:29No way to swerve, too legit
2:31That's chrome paper berks in the crib, thanks
2:33No wasted, burnt energies, facts
2:35No haters, serve enemies, rats
2:36Go chased and cursed, devil-rigged crack
2:39Crack ******* then turf penalties flat
2:40Old names, that curb legendary rash
2:42No chain but ****'s still a G, lads
2:44No game or learnt chivalry snaps
2:46No faces burnt in the bees' mass
2:48Curate them, hurt infancy sad
2:49Those days concerned sisters be trapped
2:51Most days absurd, bigotry, black
2:53No days off, work literally, raps
2:55No way, that's verse liberty
2:57Shoebox memories
2:58Reebok workouts and dungarees
3:01We used to dream 'bout the most frivolous of things
3:03'Til we bought the most ridiculous of rings
3:05Now we're just tryna keep our bredrin's out the bin
3:08Side talk, everyone's a guy until a guy walks in
3:11Louder, crabs in the barrel and survival ting
3:13We could all go clear, who taught us musical chairs?
3:16There's enough seats for everybody mate
3:19'Til then, we can't reach nowhere, truss
作曲 : Blue May/Duke Reid/Jodi Milliner/Kane Robinson/Migual Collins 作词 : Blue May/Duke Reid/Jodi Milliner/Kane Robinson/Migual Collins Overdose off the ovation Make a stand for the whole nation Dressing room like the Old Bailey 101 dogs and they ain't dalmatians Knock you down, take your money like a donation But why they think that was the morals we was all raised with Screwface can't save faces They only saving graces At least it was saving papers But there ain't no safe haven If they can spray paint "*****" on Lebron James' crib That means a black card ain't **** When that's the shade your face is So basically, we're Kunta Kinte's in some Cuban links The Balenciaga's didn't blend us in We're here now, word to God's Gift They shoulda never let us in the game then And know I'll back my brothers 'til my last breath They left a Hennessy on the pavement Ever see me go on the pavement? Face on the floor, would you help a brother change his Circumstances hurt the hardest, ballers never made it Black pitch famous So east side like Mr ****ing Avis You would never school me if I scoop up something famous And you won't catch me with Julie and the vaders Man, the real made us, man don't worry 'bout no paigons If you ain't got above 80, don't worry what my rate is You ain't ****ing got the faintest Man don't show off, It's just to show the mandem they can make it Coming from the city where the slipperiest of snakes live Village has to raise its Young kings and queens to believe their greatness Fed up of police stations ID parading 'cause, well, I ain't be mistaken Just 'cause I lead the baiters While we sly, paedos raping Big man like you Brogues and a big boy black suit and a gangster platoon What's a man supposed to do? We have complained to the police about the police And nothing's been done We have complained to judges about judges And nothing's been done Now it is time to do something ourselves In love and war All is fair where I'm from The weak won't last A week in shoes like our ones When it rains it pours Hoodies all summer 'Cause teardrops from the sky Only seem to fall on you and I Used to do rates for Ingrid Wafer-thin envelope with eighty quids in I paid my dues now pay me plenty And me and Hollow on the phone talkin' So trade a verse, limited tax No way to swerve, too legit That's chrome paper berks in the crib, thanks No wasted, burnt energies, facts No haters, serve enemies, rats Go chased and cursed, devil-rigged crack Crack ******* then turf penalties flat Old names, that curb legendary rash No chain but ****'s still a G, lads No game or learnt chivalry snaps No faces burnt in the bees' mass Curate them, hurt infancy sad Those days concerned sisters be trapped Most days absurd, bigotry, black No days off, work literally, raps No way, that's verse liberty Shoebox memories Reebok workouts and dungarees We used to dream 'bout the most frivolous of things 'Til we bought the most ridiculous of rings Now we're just tryna keep our bredrin's out the bin Side talk, everyone's a guy until a guy walks in Louder, crabs in the barrel and survival ting We could all go clear, who taught us musical chairs? There's enough seats for everybody mate 'Til then, we can't reach nowhere, truss
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