Marino - Cardiff to Vetch Fields

Hard to feel that love from a distance, I let a lot of things go
I Started seeing the difference in my man, real life jealously bro
Gotta move a little bit smarter next time. ain't tryna get locked by the Vetch Fields
Bare unmarked c.i.d and X Fives
Fire, It's hot just like how lead feels
On job they're in bed still
Don't watch, don't watch how I move
I'm locked in booth till the weekend ends
Got lots to prove to me, not them
I love my view, I'm used to these 10s
Said she don't usually do this
I'll just pretend that's true, we're friends anyway
You're better off telling me straight
I can tell by my senses
Had bare set backs last year, them Ls expensive
Need money in pools, I'm dying of thirst like Kendrick
Tryna quench my temptations, haven't learnt to control them yet
Pattern my work, I Show them levs
Driving too fast in a merc, we don't slow down for feds
I was bred on a Council estate, raised by the streets so I'm out with zeds
Making it stretch that's one by three, boy don't try me
Take him out the game like a referee
Red card and rest in peace
Set the bar in the south, effortlessly
I was calm in draught cuz the nect was me you can check the receipts
Hard to feel that love from a distance, I let a lot of things go
I Started seeing the difference in my man, real life jealously bro
Gotta move a little bit smarter next time. ain't tryna get locked by the Vetch Fields
Bare unmarked c.i.d and X Fives
Fire, It's hot just like how lead feels
Back on my righteous shit, kick back, relax and I light a spliff
I did laps and my time was decent, they know exactly how I sprint
White boy but I never been Ibiza, grew up by masjids doing my thing
I get this work and mash it
Fam, I'm actually due a night in
And I'm actually more than bi- lingual
POV now welsh drill is a thing
Told my old ting
She ain't seeing me now, I'm being selfish
She weren't listening en
I can Adjust my game to surroundings
Pick my lane, never sit on the fence
Penthouse suite for the weekend, I ain't gonna look how I much Ps I spent
You put in the work, you see the effects
You want this bird on loan? better send me your home address, tryna keep my 0 like Turning pro
I don't beef no one for no reason. Trust me, them man earned this smoke
Hunt him, open season, hit the spot and I'm burning clothes

Written by:
sosa marino

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