Testo Raise Your Glass - Wiley
Testo della canzone Raise Your Glass (Wiley), tratta dall'album Raise Your Glass
My brother, my brother, this ting can't die
Let's have a toast to grime, raise your glasses high
My brother, my brother, this ting can't die
Let's have a toast to grime, raise your glasses high
My brother, my brother, this ting can't die
Let's have a toast to grime, raise your glasses high
My brother this ting can't di-i-i-i-i-i-ie
Let's have a toast to grime, raise your glasses hi-i-i-i-i-i-igh
Yo, they ain't got no style
Everybody's full of shit for the millionth time
When I done G1 they was doing it then
Like some of them ain't got a clue with this pen
Or without the pen I'll still spray your whole head off
That's my legacy you want brother, get off
Function like a machine the way I let off
Listen to the radio, lots are gonna set off
Shot these products, I shot for my wage
Free spirit, I done a lot for my age
Had wars in the ring but not in my cage
Done a bit for the scene but not on my stage
When you write a bar you're talking to yourself
When I write bars I speak to the whole place
Of people who have been 'ere, every day I'm in 'ere
I win 'ere, sin 'ere, gyaldem grin 'ere
All I really wanted was a Burberry mac and a vision moped
All I really wanted was a chaps and chain on my wrist
All I really wanted was a Burberry mac and a vision moped
All I really wanted was a chaps and chain on my wrist
My brother, my brother, this ting can't die
Let's have a toast to grime, raise your glasses high
My brother, my brother, this ting can't die
Let's have a toast to grime, raise your glasses high
My brother, my brother, this ting can't die
Let's have a toast to grime, raise your glasses high
My brother this ting can't di-i-i-i-i-i-ie
Let's have a toast to grime, raise your glasses hi-i-i-i-i-i-igh
No bad mind gonna prosper against this two-headed monster
I get money like a baller or boxer
Thought I couldn't see but I already clocked ya
Yo, no bad mind gonna prosper against this two-headed monster
I get money like a baller or boxer
Thought I couldn't see but I already clocked ya
Please don't try it, I need it, I buy it
It's wet, gotta dry it, I win, don't tie it
My accent's mine and the my stance and my fly
The only I'm never gonna stop is trying
My dons are the mine
Your top boys are bacon in a pan fryin'
Travel around the world sharing energy
See me in the garrison, see me in the air
All I really wanted was a Burberry mac and a vision moped
All I really wanted was a chaps and chain on my neck and wrist
All I really wanted was a Burberry mac and a vision moped
All I really wanted was a chaps and chains and chains
My brother, my brother, this ting can't die
Let's have a toast to grime, raise your glasses high
My brother, my brother, this ting can't die
Let's have a toast to grime, raise your glasses high
My brother, my brother, this ting can't die
Let's have a toast to grime, raise your glasses high
My brother this ting can't di-i-i-i-i-i-ie
Let's have a toast to grime, raise your glasses hi-i-i-i-i-i-igh
Credits
Writer(s): Tess Wiley
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