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Testo 3:53 in Cambridge - Rogue

Testo della canzone 3:53 in Cambridge (Rogue), tratta dall'album SUPERSTAR

I was on Parker's

But I swear that I can't get peace and I know that peak but I'm chasing targets

Making moves like the transfer market

Bro I don't cop those trends, I start it

I killed the older guard, no Martin

I had the mandem heart to hearting

Man say mums in a lie, that's heartless

I was on Jesus

But I swear that I can't get green coz me and my team got feds on heaters

I was signing shirts like leavers when I back out had the gyaldem screaming

Now the tracks out they keep it streaming

I can't back down, I'll leave em bleeding

I can't back down, there ain't no reason

Had man reading bars in my notes you'd have thought were the magna carta

So much heat that my phone holds lava

AMG, that's a push to starter

Don't want beef? Why's he wearing armour?

Man I just don't get it

These man wanna come with the weapon like Mortal Kombat but then they want friendship

22 on my back like Emmitt

Had the whole team climbing Everest

I got 16 bars no chance like welcome back to the master class, I'll dead it

Man can preach but it's me who said it

Part of the team then I'm passing credit

I'll have my mandem rolling deep, I3, see my bros and rev it

Blessed and trending

And man are on gas if they think they're equal

I got boys on peds, no Kneevel

Say you're the best but bro you're my sequel

It was 3:53 in Cambridge

Had the whole team in the town so brainless

My boy back out the steel, that's stainless

Knife work quick but it sure ain't painless

I just bopped to the shops down cangle

Now the whole block mashing

I got Gs on guerilla tactics

Pop up see your head top and dash it

All this P, I got Wall Street crashing

Came with the wolf got Jordan packing

All these tracks and I still ain't slacking

Your girl plays just to hear my accent

Like wagwan babes what you saying

I got jack and champagne spraying

Cah my bro went super saiyan

All red like he praising Satan

And man wanna chat bout me

But all of the man there ancient

My bro from Sierra Leone

But I still keep close with the Haitians

I was on Parker's

But I swear that I can't get peace and I know that peak but I'm chasing targets

Making moves like the transfer market

Bro I don't cop those trends, I start it

I killed the older guard, no Martin

I had the mandem heart to hearting

Man say mums in a lie, that's heartless

I was on Jesus

But I swear that I can't get green coz me and my team got feds on heaters

I was signing shirts like leavers when I back out had the gyaldem screaming

Now the tracks out they keep it streaming

I can't back down, I'll leave em bleeding

I can't back down, there ain't no reason

We got county lines on the borders

Snitches sing like the mandem Jorja

Bros on the line wanna chat bout Warner

Young Gs work for the bag on the corner

Trap on the phone man putting in orders

Came through at your show and slaughtered

Man wanna know what I made last quarter

Just know I'm banging in goals like forward

Yeah I make this shit look easy peasy

Gs get dropped like Yeezy

Bad lil B and you know she's freaky

And she love that I'm so cheeky

And my bro came back with his mask off, he don't give a fuck if the jakes see face

So you know that I ain't on bullshit, I just went back to back like Drake

Man I just went 6 for 6 like Central Cee man I played this bag like a game

And my rivals get so moody, coz they won't dare step in my lane

And my bros on the phone all heated, these wasteman speaking my name

I just went back to the CB9 coz I gotta put man right back in their place

Like wagwan bruv who are you

On my ends acting all rude

You ain't bad man just in a mood

Go back home and leave me your food

And man wanna chat about me

Nah really, he wanna chat about me

I was at Parker's tryna find peace

Now I gotta show man that they don't want beef

I was on Parker's

But I swear that I can't get peace and I know that peak but I'm chasing targets

Making moves like the transfer market

Bro I don't cop those trends, I start it

I killed the older guard, no Martin

I had the mandem heart to hearting

Man say mums in a lie, that's heartless

I was on Jesus

But I swear that I can't get green coz me and my team got feds on heaters

I was signing shirts like leavers when I back out had the gyaldem screaming

Now the tracks out they keep it streaming

I can't back down, I'll leave em bleeding

I can't back down, there ain't no reason

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Writer(s): Wesley Ruthven
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