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I better slow down 'Cause I keep-keep trippin' on words I don't wanna say Just tell me 'bout it now 'Cause I keep-keep seein' the signs you want me to stay (Nastylgia) And I can't keep-keep, and I can't keep livin' this way And I can't keep-keep leavin' here with nothing Hmm, listen Back in Primary, Nightingale Street See life changed up on the side, we got beef Poke on my blade, I'd ride for my street Yo, we had fuck all, had to grind on my feet I used to hustle with my guy every week I moved to Homerton in '09, still I'm with my own guys Rest up Ziggy, that's my nigga from the old time Used to play goal-to-goal, then we bill a phone line Didn't know your marj was blind and deaf the whole time Yo, my Gs is a driller, whole 9 Same church that I saw my first friends I lost my fuckin' first guys I'm from Churchill where the birds fly Hood grind, miss the park days Fam, I wish that I could turn time I better slow down Letras de canciones'Cause I keep-keep trippin' on words I don't wanna say Just tell me 'bout it now 'Cause I keep-keep seein' the signs you want me to stay Labelled as a driller, cah my life full of sins Who would've thought that I make Homerton win? Bust my case, my barista grin 'Cause even he knows I'm a lucky kid Two times walkin' out the Bailey, ain't no puppy shit I really live this and I still speak the Queen's English I miss the bird, cah I'm gifted, don't get it twisted Labelled as a gang, but we're just brothers doin' business We been here with nothin' Listen, my teams strong, there's no space for the weak Well Street Common movin' different type of weight on my feet Thank God I missed the obbo, but time flies when there's beef in the streets I'm still surprised on how the feds done a sweep Free all my niggas I better slow down 'Cause I keep-keep trippin' on words I don't wanna say Just tell me 'bout it now 'Cause I keep-keep seein' the signs you want me to stay The last ones left, we all feel survivors guilt So when the hood's home, we're making sure that lines get built 'Cause this is brotherhood, we're black yutes from the same motherhood Makin' sure my mother and my lost soldier's mother's good And love ain't the same in them other hoods I know that I shouldn't be in ends, but I feel like I should Fuck them industry plants, they took the scene with out us, look We been here with nothin' I better slow down 'Cause I keep-keep trippin' on words I don't wanna say Just tell me 'bout it now 'Cause I keep-keep seein' the signs you want me to stay From Letras Mania