u (produced by milleniumfalcom300)

i said fuck the rules
colours on my fit not even matching but i still look cool
i got paper in my bag but i don’t even go to school
i just sit on top my green like the 8 ball in pool
hop in the tesla no im not using no fuel
wake up and read the bible that’s spiritual fuel
knowledge is power i got it like apostle paul
im in stratford with some girls eating food
on the top floor i got birds eye view
my life a movie you can watch it in a vue
my money heavy but yours israelite like a jew
how can i be a liar when my jeans say im true
im talking to this girl she look like erykah badu
if she break my heart i must start go start playing the flute
i must be african the way im always in the stu

erykah badu

New grime

Devils horns and a halo

Coming of age

Scriptures on the walls

killahhhh

Weekend

Girl

Walk in the park

M.I.A

Damn Phone

Metamorphosis

Graduation

Who dat boy

Fallen souljas (feat. Dochi)

Pink

Who do u wanna be

Mum, I'm an artist

Ayia Napa

Soul 2 soul

Memories

Kids from the west

Left for USA

YOLO

Me vs the world

Yeah she acts like a princess
But she looks like Barbie
And she smokes like a Marley

I hope that she calls me
But I know she ain't for me
That's what everybody told me
But I don't care

She's a gamble, well I guess I like to dare

We could be a pear

Even though she bit the apple

Supermodel up in Paris, I can see her catwalk
Money in her purse while we on the plane to Basel
I said F the rules, we not sticking to the manual
Pouring up the Daniel
Filling up her wrist with granules

I know that they see us
And they hate it
So I made this song just for their playlist
They don't see her true colours, they're like a racist
They don't know she's special and everybody basic

I just wanna hold your hand
They can take their photos
I know that they secretly got FOMO

Louis V and POLO
I'll buy it for you
I'm a busy guy but I'll make time for you

Yeah she acts like a princess
But she looks like Barbie
And she smokes like a Marley

I hope that she calls me
But I know she ain't for me
That's what everybody told me
But I don't care

Produced by czs

Princess

produced by bilalhamdi2004

lyrics:
My pocket full of dollars not pounds
Party in the Bronx
Imma sleep on the couch
Pulled up to the show
You know the music hella loud
My parents don't know that I'm here
They must think I'm a wild child

But I'm so young
I wanna scream and shout
I'm only here for a week
So my time is running out

I'm flying paper planes
And I pray they never land
Even when I can't
I gotta tell myself I can

I can, cuz

Imma teenage dreamer, dreamer
Screaming out the sunroof of the beamer, beamer
I think I got supermodel fever, fever
Posing for the magazine feature, feature

Imma teenage dreamer, dreamer
Screaming out the sunroof of the beamer, beamer
I think I got supermodel fever, fever
Posing for the magazine feature, feature

Money coming in now
Will I crash on impact?
Ain't no time to relax
My type of drug and I relapse
I can't put my seat back
I gotta keep going forward
Cuz the stars is where I wanna be at

I feel so alive they could hear me if I die
I been ignoring the signs
Running through the red light
This a blank page
Everything I see is white
So I'm dancing with my brush to the rhythm tonight

Imma teenage dreamer, dreamer
Screaming out the sunroof of the beamer, beamer
I think I got supermodel fever, fever
Posing for the magazine feature, feature

Imma teenage dreamer, dreamer
Screaming out the sunroof of the beamer, beamer
I think I got supermodel fever, fever
Posing for the magazine feature, feature

Teenage dreamer

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