Skepta - Deceased lyrics

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Skepta - Deceased lyrics

[Verse 1] I didn't think it would feel this good I'm lying on the floor, man, it's real in the hood I'm not sure if it was steel or wood All I know, it was a baseball bat They had knives as well, man, I'm bleeding good Someone said "run Jme", I should Instead I stood there like a fool, good They're all gone now, it's just me I'm lying here on the floor and I'm feeling faint Invincible? I really ain't It was close, I nearly escaped But now I look like a decorator I've got blood all over my clothes like paint I think I've lost feeling in my face How am I supposed to communicate? Don't matter anyway, I think I'm dying Nah, wait, I can feel my leg It's not a good sensation, it's all wet and cold I can feel air in the gash This is what I get for airing the gash Look at me, I'm on my d**hbed And I'm still tryna strap some lyrics in my head It's mad, the guys that did this to me Would pay good money to listen to me I'm the person they're wishing to be When they see me, they don't know what to do So they get excited and hype in the crew But on their Js, they're kissing my feet There's nothing nobody can do now I'm over, down and out (gone) Blud, I swear I'm dead All I can see is clouds [Hook] It's not all jokes and games, blud It's not a joke or a game It's not all jokes and games, blud It's not all jokes and games It's not all jokes and games, blud Serious Keep playing games Until you're deceased It's not all jokes and games, blud It's no jokes or games It's not all jokes and games, blud It's not a joke or a game It's not all jokes and games, blud Deceased Keep playing games [Verse 2] Nah, wait, wait, wait, wait, I can't die Especially here, man, where am I? I don't wanna be this MC guy no more I ain't even got my degree sh**, my mum, what's she gonna think? Her son's another dead black statistic? Why didn't I run, man? I'm such a prick One of them was hench, though, I ain't gonna lie, but Imagine if I tried to run and I tripped Or tried to do something dumb and I slipped Should I carry a gun and a clip? At least that way, I wouldn't be here now on the floor I got stabbed in my bum and my hip If I make it through, I'm done with this sh** My mouth is filling with blood, I'm scared Crying won't help me now, I'm dead [Hook] It's not all jokes and games, blud It's not a joke or a game It's not all jokes and games, blud It's not all jokes and games It's not all jokes and games, blud Serious Keep playing games Until you're deceased It's not all jokes and games, blud It's no jokes or games It's not all jokes and games, blud It's not a joke or a game It's not all jokes and games, blud Deceased Keep playing games

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