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Correct North Nights Lyrics
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[Verse 1] Madness From a boy, been chased by badness (mad) I was like rah, nah, nah Suck your mum like your dad (your dad) Back in the day when I jumped cabs (skrr) I got blacklisted, couldn’t get one from my gaff (from my home, hey) But it’s calm, it’s cool, it’s cold, it’s nice (nice, nice, nice, nice) When it snows I’m ghost, cause I’m dressed in white (ice) Roll round my ends screaming North Nights (double N, double N!) Roll round my ends and they know slowthai Slay Every one knows about slay When I roll in, everybody goes: “I know him” Just cause he know my name Bae When I draw my Beyblade It’s a twister, make you turn in your grave like a Rizla Screw your face (slay) Pain Get jooked, complain of belly ache No space, no caps, no one can imitate No hoods, no hats, like who you booking mate? Strange Situations elevate Breath stinks straight, in need of Colgate Cah only get one life, no simulator [Hook] In the cold Northants gets tragic Nights in watching Cash In The Attic Smell the tree like cash in the attic Hate the wet weed but I just bag it Theresa May wanna be like Branson Making P from airplane traffic Theresa May wanna be like Branson Making P from airplane traffic In the cold Northants gets tragic Nights in watching Cash In The Attic Smell the tree like cash in the attic Hate the wet weed but I just bag it Theresa May wanna be like Branson Making P from airplane traffic Theresa May wanna be like Branson Making P from airplane traffic [Verse 2] Wouldn’t throw my shadow Mewtwo, you man move like Sparrow Tunnel vision and this tunnel too narrow Want beef but I’m moving cattle Woah Want war jump out the Bora With an arrow, cross bow and a bora I write novels like man was an author And I pray this year is a scorcher Woah Pray this summer is a heater Kick ball, school man like it’s FIFA I’m in Thailand, bun Ibiza Wiseman with a spliff Ribena Woah Slow it down the slow motion Laugh at my pain I ain't joking Blood from a stone, hands open Blood on my hands for my bloods that are broken Head to big, it’s swollen Hot in the bits like Moulton Negative life, stop moaning Too many things I hold in I ain't learnt till my legs start floating Disconnect everyone I don’t like, Don Perrione hype Catch me in the club, I be selling Snow White Impose yourself, you might get a goodbye Pressurise me and get something in your eye From a yout, the boy has been a savage Rudeboy deal with the matter Different planet like I came from Namek My life they can’t understand it From a yout, the boy has been a savage Rudeboy deal with the matter Different planet like I came from Namek My life they can’t understand it No [Outro]
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