North Nights - slowthai

Madness

From a boy, been chased by badness (mad)

I was like rah, nah, nah

Suck your mum like your dad (your dad)

Back in the day when I jumped cab (skrr)

I got blacklisted, couldn’t get one from my gaff (from my home, hey)

But it’s calm, it’s cool, it’s cold, it’s nice (nice, nice, nice, nice)

When it snows I’m ghost, cause I’m dressed in white (ice)

Roll round my ends screaming «North Nights!»

(double N, double N!)

Roll round my ends and they know slowthai

Slay

Every one knows about slay

When I roll in, everyone goes: «I know him»

Just cause he know my name

Bait

When I draw my Beyblade

It’s a twister, make you turn in your grave like a Rizla

Screw your face (slay)

Pain

Get jooked, complain of belly ache

No space, no caps, no one can imitate

No hoods, no hats, like who you booking mate?

Strange

Situations elevate

Breath stinks straight, in need of Colgate

Cah only get one life, no simulator

In the cold Northants gets tragic (tragic)

Nights in watching Cash In The Attic (ah!)

Smell the tree like cash in the attic (brrt, brrt)

Hate the wet weed but I just bag it

Theresa May wanna be like Branson

Making P from airplane traffic

Theresa May wanna be like Branson

Making P from airplane traffic

In the cold Northants gets tragic

Nights in watching Cash In The Attic

Smell the tree like cash in the attic

Hate the wet weed but I just bag it

Theresa May wanna be like Branson

Making P from airplane traffic

Theresa May wanna be like Branson

Making P from airplane traffic

Wouldn’t throw my shadow

Mewtwo, you man move like Spearow

Tunnel vision and this tunnel too narrow

Want beef but I’m moving cattle

Woah

Want war jump out the Bora

With an arrow, cross bow and a borer

I write novels like man was an author

And I pray this year is a scorcher

Woah

Pray this summer is a heater

Kick ball, school man like it’s FIFA

I’m in Thailand, bun Ibiza

Wiseman with a spliff Ribena

Woah

Slow it down the slow motion

Laugh at my pain I ain’t joking

Blood from a stone, hands open

Blood on my hands for my bloods that are broken

Head too big, it’s swollen

Hot in the bits like Moulton

Negative life, stop moaning

Too many things I hold in

I ain’t learnt till my legs start floating

Disconnect everyone I don’t like, Don Pérignon hype

Catch me in the club, I be selling Snow White

Impose yourself, you might get a goodbye

Pressurise me and get something in your eye

From a yout, the boy has been a savage

Rudeboy deal with the matter

Different planet like I came from Namek

My life they can’t understand it

From a yout, the boy has been a savage

Rudeboy deal with the matter

Different planet like I came from Namek

My life they can’t understand it, no