Bugzy Malone - Bronson (Official Lyrics) lyrics

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Bugzy Malone - Bronson (Official Lyrics) lyrics

They say that I'm the first Doesn't mean that I'll be the last Just means I put in the work The mandem see me put in the graft Now you do the maths I had 30 way before music Got a little 38 I've not used it Tryna separate my soul from my body? And when I heard that I was ready to lose it But then I prayed to God Because I swore down on my mum's life that I didn't wanna do this But she keeps ringing and asking I told her let's not go through this Still I'm thinking where do we go from here How did I go so clear All of this in one year I just wanna kick back and spend this money But I'm still wearing a tracksuit And I still roll with the shooters This is no new sh** I was gonna clap back I didn't wanna go backwards I don't wanna be remembered as an MC Tryna be a Bruce Lee one of the masters You can click HD and still not capture what I've captured It was all madness I was ready to wet man up I'm no baptist They must think I'm a prick but I've never been a cactus Ah well, I just see last year as practice Now that I know the game But nobody could predict the way the window just shattered Man are looking to blast him I've got shooters around me It's like the wild wild west And them man are like John Wayne But they've never been actors I'm hard like a bed with no mattress That's why I had to think from a different perspective So I tried to look through the eyes of the haters And then I could understand Now that I'm on demand And worth close to a hunderd grand They won't live to regret this f** your domestics Sat around talking about who the best is I've got real life shooters around me It's like the final scene in Scarface it's that hectic We was meant to be family Til the day you betrayed me I was gonna let man run in through the front door Til I heard that he had three babies And then I prayed to God Because I'll see him in hell if he keeps testing my patience I don't need that on my conscience And it all started over nonsense And for what, a lack of correspondence That means communication We could've had a conversation Now I'm living like Bronson Incarcerated in my situation See I hear my name when I switch the station It's not just Manchester now I'm famous I was gonna wild out bare face But I can't now I've got status I was in the papers I was in the M.E.N and it was blatant Seems like the whole thing came back to bite me There's no way of saying this bit politely I feel like quitting the game and making man's body turn icy But I don't wanna talk no more I don't wanna talk no more I don't wanna talk no more I don't wanna talk no more Talk no more

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