Dead Leaves lyrics

Cut dem off

Most dem ones, can't trust

Most dem ones wanna be someone

It's funny what they do in the club

Sharin' hugs

"We're best friends," no we're not

Move your hand from my top

I'll peck her in the joggers and I don't even jog

Just a lover

Word to my mother

You're just undercover

See you watching, quick, unfollow

Make my heart turn hollow

Won't be here tomorrow

I'm like the sun, I rise up and then gone

Back here tomorrow

Clockwork Orange

I ain't in the day of porridge

Don't make me Chuck Norris

'Cause I run my town but I'm nothin' like Boris

Tyrant for PM

'Cause I'm active AM to PM

Drop-top on the BM

BM drop top when she see him

Guilt trip, no deal, we wan' pree him

Crime scene, can't see me fleein'

Sold out shows, know I pack coliseum

Carpe diem, don't just live on the weekend

Na books you can try fit T in

Locksmith, break the lock, no key ting

Annoying how your whip got keys

Slowthai might've been the one that key'd it

Dead leaves, cut 'em off

Can't give me a chance as in Tour de France

Just bike to the stars, upgrade to a quart

You see, I felt pain, but that made me strong

Dead leaves, cut 'em off

Can't give me a chance as in Tour de France

Just bike to the stars, upgrade to a quart

You see, I felt pain, but that made me strong

But the point is [?] ready

Weston Favell JD ready

Was you born in a barn?

Close the door, it's chilly

Next door screamin' bad

They got kids, but they don't live with me

Replying ad libs a lot of badness

In an Audi, rush hour traffic

[?] mascara lashes

Admit it 'cause you know it's long

Too many lies, I don't trust no one

Done walked through fires barefoot, no top

Yeah, the heat was fire but the buck don't stop

Not a lot goin' on in North Hampton

Shawshank ting, need redemption

True say sellin' drugs, ain't got a pension

Try repent my sins, but I'm not a reverend

Not a lot goin' on in Britain

Hot cross buns and a posh feelin

Yeah, I love tea, got a cup brewin

Why you commentatin' on how I do it?

Silence is loud, silence my movement

Silence dem, it's about the movement

If you snakin' me, you will learn by force

Make myself snake boots and I walk my walk

Dead leaves, cut 'em off

Can't give me a chance as in Tour de France

Just bike to the stars, upgrade to a quart

You see, I felt pain, but that made me strong

Dead leaves, cut 'em off

Can't give me a chance as in Tour de France

Just bike to the stars, upgrade to a quart

You see, I felt pain, but that made me strong

Writer(s): Kwesi Darko, Tyron Frampton