See U In The Morning

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Produced, Written and Mixed by Monster Florence
Mastered by Mike Bozzi

Lyrics:

[Chorus 1: Wallace Rice]

Who’s that (x 27)
Who’s that peeping through my window
What the fuck you what fuck you want
Who’s that peeping through my window
What fuck you want
What the fuck you lookin’ at

[Verse 1: Wallace Rice]

Wake me with kenco End my day with hello
Run straight out my pen though
Kept it up on ten toes
Did you not get memo
No officer I was at home Playing GTA 4
No not Gran Turismo
That whip weren’t stolen by us
Yeah I swear we rode the bus home
Passed the boarded flats and drunk bloke
Marsh farm was a fucking drug zone
When my uncle had that rental
And house was a fucking rental
Most love to my fucking rents though
Mumma never paid the rent though
When My poppa died we were dead broke
My uncle died sorta bless though
See around that time it was end goal
Tryna exercise and stretch loads
Take a look through my fucking window
Just CCJ’s and bad loans
Just weeping baby’s man grown
Took a leap of faith tadpole
Like hello

[Chorus 2: Wallace Rice]

Who’s that (x 27)
Who’s that peeping through my window
What the fuck you what fuck you want
Who’s that peeping through my window
What fuck you want
What the fuck you lookin’ at

[Verse 2: Alex Osiris]

Two eyes in the back of my head
See shots like a camera lens
Duck um all fuck um all hearing heat from an old flame coming like dragons last breath
Tryna take but haven’t asked yet
No no make a madam half step
Man dem aren’t guest
Best keep your shoes on you ain’t gonna dampen our step
Keep peeping I’m knee deep in a b screaming that need meat like she been vegan
3 geezers with 2 divas in 1 evening that’s a scene that will need cleaning
She peeping n’ got the horn like a beep beep got the invite now it’s all even
2 2s we could shut the curtain and all swerve them
But just wana see who preed this
I see’s ya’s
Like shaking on the floor tryina breath quick
Couple geezers on a bait ting
Looking waved feeling sea sick
See Adidas on the table getting racked and I lean in
Then I peep that people are peepin’
Got their phones out them a keep no deleting
That’s fucked

[Verse 3: Dream Mclean]

All for the
Peace of mind
Might just pick some pickled peppers in like I’m peter pipe
Likkle bickers back and forth didn’t have no reason to lie
But at least you tried
Bright bright think I’m blind think I’m peaking right
I know you’re watching peaky blinders cos I’m peeking through blinds Truth be told I’m feeling nice
I can’t even lie
But you’re looking at me just like Jesus Christ
And I know I take the piss 2 but it’s like you take the piss 3
Yeah it’s like u take the biscuit I’m rich bitch not rich tea
Got my feet up on your settee
Cos if u think u can walk all over me then fuck your couch
Nigga

[Chorus 3: Wallace Rice]

Who’s that peeping through my window What the fuck you what fuck you want Who’s that peeping through my window What fuck you want
What the fuck you lookin’ at

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Crossed Fingers talks of fate, hope and defiance, somewhat melancholly verses are lifted like grey days the chorus shines with sun-like brightness. Bel Cobain's delivers her verse with delicate flair giving the dreamy track a silvery hue.

Written by Nathan Graham & Clem Appleby-Sherring (Sentric Music),  Srigala Temple-Smith, (Copyright Control), Elisa Imperilee & Bel Cobain. Produced by Srigala. Bass & Guitar by Clem Appleby, Vocals by Bel Cobain, backing vocals by Elisa Imperilee, Mixed by Joe Hirst. Mastered by Shawn Joseph at Optimum Mastering

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Lyrics -

Feeling like I lost it lately 
Days on my own thing roaming 
Jungle; but theres no Bagheera's 
Living off my own impulses 
But this worlds imploding 
Aint no control z 
Ain't no control full stop. 
Fate'll bake us all brown bread one day 
So, you decide.reaper sycthe, walk the line. 
On a knifes edge, spice heads,  
Rummaging scrap here – rat race running through time 
In the guise of reason we skeam on 
Crossed fingers... 
The hunger for sun through winters 
The hope mumbles keep on. 

I just woke up out the dream to the sun 
Yellow rays shimmer 
A little flav in my lungs, tasting it. 
Pray for the better days inshallah, 
Turn autumnal and brisk 

With the springtime lining in a silvery colour 
While we're burning up the sage 
Summon rays, cmon, ayyy cmon. 
 

Storms at home and the suns outside 
Stuck in the doorway, I was a child of the sun i'm a part of a tribe 
Sand by the shore-ways touched by the tips of my toes and my eye-lids rise 
Sink with the sunlight, I saw the blood in the gun fight  
Head in the same waters that a mum cries 
And I feel the same sore loads when I bun thai 
Crazy how I had to fill my own.. 
Company it's all smoke and mirrors til you drown your phone 
I'm at one in the daytime 
Deep rooted in the faith 
Guess I had to heal these bruises to free me from feeling the ache like...  

I just woke up out the dream to the sun 
Yellow rays shimmer 
A little flav in my lungs, tasting it. 
Pray for the better days inshallah, 
Turn autumnal and brisk 

With the springtime lining in a silvery colour 
While we're burning up the sage 
Summon rays, cmon, ayyy cmon. 

Feeling like I lost my family. 
But I was raised on the low like simba. 
Except for when there no rafiki's 
Living off your own inscentives 
Feel it when the flow crescendos 
Ain't a firework here 
Bang stick and them buying work there 
Anticipate final finalé  
Cos I clocked now 
It's the lyrics that allow me  
Channel this sage in sound 
Been up we been doubty too but... 
Can't slip on this slope 
 

It's self built sticky and false 
Nah come we get rid of this  
God played a trick and its a joke 
Tryna feel the sun on my boat. 

 

I just woke up out the dream to the sun 
Yellow rays shimmer 
A little flav in my lungs, tasting it. 
Pray for the better days inshallah, 
Turn autumnal and brisk 
 

With the springtime lining in a silvery colour 
While we're burning up the sage 
Summon rays, cmon, ayyy cmon.

Crossed Fingers

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