Cold Nights In The 61 Lyrics by Bugzy Malone
Yeah
Bugz
It’s 2020, the darkest
Listen
Yo, yo, yo, yo
See, when I get to deep thinkin’
I feel like a DiCaprio, but the ship is not sinkin’
Been watching these other MC’s in my rear-view mirror
To the point I had to start blinkin’
I’ve gotta rethink it
‘Cause I don’t wanna get entangled, I’m not Pinkett
I keep a little .950 just as a blanket
‘Cause when I was young, I had 3K in the back garden
I had a 125 with no reg plate, are you mad?
Didn’t even have plastics on the bottom
But it was the best bike I ever had
I said I’m tired of constantly talking ’bout the past
It’s been a long time since I had to wеar a mask
And pulled up and kicked the door till thеre wasn’t any glass
As if I’ve never had the wing on smash
Keep a sword and a shield to my right and my left
I was on the battlefield doin’ Macbeth
You can keep the East and the South and the West
I’m the king of the North, got it tatted on the chest
And they’re still tryna catch my ‘Fire in the Booth’ numbers
Still gettin’ paid from my ‘M.E.N.’ numbers
I’m looking at a box of 50s and these 100s
And the beef ain’t over till we’re six feet under
And I know he likes to stab man, I always get the memo
If I’m dealin’ in boxes, I have to get a demo
They’re lookin’ at it like it don’t belong on the kerb
But when you get a Rolls Royce, you can park on double yellows
They can’t relate to me anymore
They talk like the plan wasn’t to escape
Like we didn’t discuss livin’ in Spain
But when you really do it big, nobody celebrates, ah
Ninety-two percent healed, still limpin’
See what happens when I get to deep thinkin’?
When you really from the roads and you blow and explode
Starts feelin’ like your home-town will never stop shrinkin’
I was in Japan, bumpin’ into fans
Tell the label I don’t need the advance
I was 21 before I’d ever used a bank
Me, I used to love rubber bands
Before I ever got an M on Youtube, I had fifty, and that was dirty money
And I’d bring a load with me when I had a music video
Now I see these new up-and-coming rappers
I can’t really see that kind of dough
In ‘M.E.N. 1′ I had twenty in the bag
That’s a launderin’ charge if they’d have come to the gaff
We used to rent out an apartment
So we could pour buckets of dank into the bath
When I think this deep I never get no sleep
And the price of livin’ isn’t cheap
With a gardener, a cleaner, an accountant
And the vehicles are luxury, so they need cleanin’ every week, ah
Turns out there’s no one you can bring with ya
When you’re the only one to see the bigger picture
When they start wantin’ handouts
I just let the bridge burn like it was a blue slim Rizla
I’ve never worked a day in my life
Tell a lie, there was this one time I worked a 9-to-5
But I would come to work, eight Z’s on the back seat
And I’d collect money on the top floor at dinner time
I was a sheep dog when a shepherd let me hold a beater
Ten years before I’d ever touched a meter
Playin’ team Deathmatch as if I was a soldier
But that’s just Modern Warfare
Welcome to the bees’ nest, home of the killer bee
It’s cold in the North, so we keep artillery
Made a couple mill’ last year and the year before that
It’s only right I make that a trilogy
We don’t need lions in the camp, we got kings
Don’t need a right hand when the jab stings
And you never need gas when you’ve really got straps
And we’ve all taken losses but we took em’ with class
When I lost, you seen a Subaru fly past
And you can ask Arms if we got it right back
When we pulled up, were we tryna’ hit knee caps
And aren’t they lucky they never got kidnapped?
They were bad on the phone
When they seen us, they flapped
You win some, you lose some, you learn and adapt
I would never trust bitches, they’ll set up the trap
Trust nobody, stack money till you can relax
Welcome to the thoughts of a street kid that made it
Welcome to the mind of the one that went first
I left the door open so them man can go and get wages
Nobody this independent, they all signed to labels
And that’s why a crown is my pendant
I said nobody this independent, they all sign to labels
And that’s why a crown is my pendant