lirik lagu local - fire in the booth
[part one]
oi, look!
k!ll ’em and run
local’s still got minimum funds
barmy, just went ham for a sarny
just went broke for a cinnamon bun
skinny as f~ck, can’t chin ’em and run
send man home like militant mum
my man said he got the same weed in
but i just got there, it’s a different one
i~i, don’t like liars
got more wheels than old bike tyres
charlie sloth got me into the booth so no one can tell me “don’t light fires”
no one can tell me “don’t do that”
bad boy, i’ll turn your gold tooth black
people said i’d been acting a tw~t, but i won’t deny it
o2 pack, i’m way~back whennin’, double denim
phone box bellin’, pokemon sellin’
smokin’ widow, weren’t no wеddin’
sh~ll suit sh~llin’, knock knock, get ‘im
postcodе reppin’, huarache steppin’
bro, and i’m talking way back
since roll deep, roll deep they couldn’t ever test roll deep
playin’ on the tape pack
take them back to my room, legion of doom
virgil, hurricane and typhoon
back when cereal came with a spoon and wallace was eatin’ cheese on the moon
and my only tune was a loon’ and none of my friends were bride or groom
flirta d said “sonic boom!” way before i made this tune
i shoulda called my album “iphone 4”
man know it’s a got a ring to it
early doors i set my alarm but i don’t move, i just sing to it
people wanna know what i bring to the table?
what do i bring to it?
one double~o reel, three piece meal
doubt we should get into it, i’m into it
i got a rude attitude, far from a role model like raskit
if i got blast, i’ll blast it
sandwich short of a picnic basket
i been doing this since michaels put taker in the casket
local really bombastic, this fantastic, look
i’m in the yard with a plate of plants
my favourite pants and an eighth of danks
me? i don’t like the taste of champs
i’m a boss, no point explainin’ ranks
i’m tryna get faded, thanks
in tenerife, spain, with grade in tramps
local, i’ve been on the road so long that i paid for a fade in frank’s
i got an antique flow, i’m tradin’ stamps
i’m skinny, i’m weighed in grams
until i get funds, i’m done talkin’
man tried barkin’, like i just played him rams
money exchangin’ hands, told my girl i’m savin’ grands
really i’m eatin’ steak with fans, on holiday tastin’ hams
i’m from the streets of ‘diff, beef and sniff
bluebirds, gassed if we come fifth
got a dm for a studio sesh, so i asked “can you roll a decent spliff?”
ain’t been home in a week, so don’t ask me for a decent pick
charlie, this one’s fire in the booth
now, i need a decent kip, bro
[part two]
see i reckon i’m about a three or a four
that’s why i’m drinkin’ ’til i can’t get my key in the door
and somehow i’ve still got a .3 and a score
and when i get into my house i’m like “i’ve been here before?”
i split my lager on my top, i got my tea on my jaw
and my dog’s a little pr~ck, he likes to pee on the floor
i’m a donkey, so when i do e’s and ore
i’m not talkin’ guinness when i split the g, it’s the raw
i think the landlord hates me, i been pokin’ her pride
last week she kicked me out cos i was smokin’ inside
but i could barely walk and i was holdin’ a cider
told her i would stay away, but i was jokin’, i lied
i told her “take a few of these and watch ’em open your mind
i bet you feel a twinge in your throat and your spine”
might make me paranoid for doin’ coke in a line
he was twitchin’ at the window, now he’s broken the blind
i used to think i was the man, until they told me i’m not
i’m tellin’ people it’s my birthday, so they owe me a shot
i’m always on the go and no one’s told me to stop
and i’ll be climbin’ through your window if you show me your crop
i’m goin’ over the top, she puts me back in my place
she said i’m fat and i’m waste, i’m just a rat in a race
i used to tell her “babe, we’re like gavin and stace”
but the only thing she gave me was a slap in the face
i used to love the graft, but i was sacked from the job
coulda called me “d~ld~” ~ i was actin’ a kn~b
the foreman was a pr~ck and got a smack in his gob
so i smashed his car window when he’s grabbin’ a cob
i went and bought a bally, now i’m back on the rob
cos i’ve never been a dealer sellin’ crack on the hob
smokin’ marley on a monday, doin’ packet with bob
so charlie, watch your wallet cos i’ll grab it and jog
i’m just lookin’ for my p’s, like i lost the prada
i’m in london sayin “jeez” at the cost of lager
same price as a week in the costa brava
your mum said i got a cheek, cos i knocked your father
your phone’s only got a 3 cos i swapped your charger
cd chillin’ by the trees like i was a farmer
i can barely even see, like i dropped a half~a
i don’t even look like me cos i swapped my barber
they call me local and i’m from the ‘diff
you know what i’m smokin’ if you lost your spliff
i was on my way up, they tried to stop the lift
and they ain’t lookin’ for the time when they clock your wrist
they call it “fire in the booth”
so i turned up higher than the roof
and charlie told me that he’d lend me hundred grand
but now he’s a callin’ me a liar, where’s your proof?
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