Mount Kimbie, Danny Brown, slowthai and Dom Maker - in your eyes

But that doesn't make them very popular
And they chase the old time
The poor kids that way, can't play ball, you can't do this
Then there's the neighbors complaining about the children
Tellin' them so and so, off
But I do think if you're callin' me dirty
You're gettin' back in a blink near old
I miss you, man

How I miss the kiss (mwah)
You used to give before I dipped (dipped)
And dipped (dipped) and dipped (dipped) and dipped
In your eyes you're still the kid, do the scratch and sniff (ha-ha)
Before we got in whips, back in BMX, standin' on the pegs
Askin' for a chip, just to roll a spliff
'Cause we didn't have a quip, we had to take and take and take and take
'Til they come for their shit, like you ain't gettin' it
(Oi, oi, oi where's my fuckin' money?) You ain't gettin' it
Money is my glue (glue)
Grab your neck and make it blue, Sad emoji for a snakey
You ain't snakey 'cause there's nothing I won't say to you
And I don't care who you workin'
Flip the pot like I'ma play with Zeus
We like songs, where you gone?
I know I'm odd, it's been too long
I huff and puff, they all fall off
Rise and shine, they done and dust

Reachin' for guns, graspin' the straws, stuck in the zone
When the only one's home is the man in my thoughts
Seed that we sewn, all that I known is I been here before
Start from the stone, never been pure
War in my dome, don't open the door
Head in my hands, sat on the floor
Boys don't cry, what you cryin' for?

It's a hard knock life, wish I float away at seas
C'est la vie, such is life, don't bring sand to the beach
You can judge somebody by the company they keep
Look, my friends kill my friends and truthfully it's killin' me

In yo' eyes, see the window to your soul
Can't go back, trapped on this road, don't know which way to go
I won't bluff, don't bite my hand and trust me, I won't fold
Knee deep in them trenches, turnin' copper into gold
Man, this world so cold, ask me how many fucks that I could give
So, I roll my blunts so fat, we call it body positive
You must take them bottles back with all of that cappin'
I be hard to find like droppin' Aspirins in Aspen
Smokin' by a campfire, liar on your face
What's true can't be erased
Stuck in dark times pray for sunny days
What's goin' on? Marvin rollin' in his grave
Mercy, mercy me, these niggas need to be saved
Run it up like Runyan, tired of comin' up with somethin'
My nigga talk in code, told him, "Bring a bag of Funyuns"
Run it up like Runyan, tired of comin' up with somethin'
My nigga talk in codes, told him, "Bring a bag of Funyuns"

It's a hard knock life, wish I float away at seas
C'est la vie, such is life, don't bring sand to the beach
You can judge somebody by the company they keep
Look, my friends kill my friends and truthfully it's killin' me

Written by:
Daniel Sewell, Dominic Patrick Maker, James Blake Litherland, Kalim Graham Patel, Luciano Simoncini, Tyron Kaymone Frampton

Publisher:
Lyrics © WARP MUSIC LIMITED, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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