Correction Paroles Little Bo Peep par Ghetts

Featuring(s) : Dave, Hamzaa & Wretch 32

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[Ghetts]
I don't sleep, I just close my eyes
I'm no sheep, Bo Peep, she must die
The Lord is my Shepard
The Lord is my Shepard
I don't sleep, I just close my eyes
I'm no sheep, Bo Peep, she must die
The Lord is my Shepard
The Lord is my Shepard

[Ghetts]
Jumped out the car, had a change of heart
Somethin' weren't right, told the bros "Call it a night"
But they just said I'm pussy, pressure from my peers
I never folded though, blessings from upstairs
When I'm rollin', I'm protected
That's a prayer from my grandma
Concerned about her grandson
I ain't phoned to say a change gon' come, that's what Sam sung
I'm from the land of Rambos, I've seen samurais and handguns
Where it's "Fuck that" and thank mum, but me, I'm my dad's son
Ain't hard to see my father in me
The apple never fell too far from the tree
My mother hates that, but she can't disagree
Bricks on my bedroom floor, you think it's Carnaby street
Exaggeration, but you're startin' to see
You get the picture, literally
Copyright infringement, they ain't payin' for these samples
Wanna hear them? Visit me
Jumpin' over cows, I skipped the beef
So I can run around with thousands in my jeans
I was in these streets, where it's dangerous fam
As a kid I found comfy in my favourite shank
'Cause I was always outnumbered, never claimin' a gang
I never know moral compass, I became detached
I'm just a outsider inside, outlinin' things I'm surrounded by
This time the outcome is insight to how some live life
The shoe doesn't fit me anymore
And that's for sure, but the trousers still fit fine
We just follow fashion, follow trends, follow enemies
And follow friends bein' followed by the feds
And follow women on the 'Gram and then we follow them again
Everybody's followin', but where we bein' lead

I don't sleep, I just close my eyes
I'm no sheep, Bo Peep, she must die
The Lord is my Shepard
The Lord is my Shepard

What are we here on this earth for? (Why? Why?)
See all this choice, but you still follow (You still follow)
God gave us mind of our own (Mind of our own, of our own)
But still the open road we go (It's the open road, it's the open road)

Stuck between a rock and a hard place
Sold rocks in a hard place
Used the same rocks to build my marjay
One big house on a little old street
We fell in love with Little Bo Peep
I'm in a rock and a hard place
But these rocks bring you heartache
Used the same rocks to build my marjay
One big house on a little old street
We fell in love with Little Bo Peep

Ah-ah, ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah, ah-ah-ah, ha-ha-ha
Ah-ah, ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah, ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah, ah-ah-ah

[Dave]
Would you tell me that I'm crazy if I said you could make writing wrong?
A man would ride along forever, whether right or wrong
Follow your morals to the T and hand retribution
Set judicial precedent, prevent confusion
Takin' a life, that's illegal on the block
'Cause it's evil, but it's legal for some people with a job
Who gets to tell us what a soldier is?
Middle eastern children molested
You run the clip on the news and then we get over it
What happens when you don't follow? Cold niggas so borrow
Mums cried, doves fly, tears in a thug's eye
Push base, pump white, overdose, mums die
Her choice, rough life, harsh truth, tough lie
Heard he went guilty for a lyin' and caught a nine today
Wouldn't even matter 'bout a forty minute flight away
Niggas up day and night, tryna sell you night and day
Our sons will follow us until the cold light of day
When you don't follow the program you get Kano and Wretch
You get Skepta and Wiley, you get Dave and Ghetts
Women on the guestlist, relatives respectin'
Thirty year stretches, bodies in the trenches
What I wouldn't do today, who said I wouldn't do tomorrow?
The problem ain't followin', it's what you choose to follow
What if we chose to follow all the things we used to follow?
Spoke about sex less, normalised death less
Obsessed less over capital and exes
Took drugs less, frowned on love less
Little Bo Peep must sleep forever more
We feel but don't grieve, we grieve, but never mourn
We look but never see, we see, but never more
The role models are sufferin', tellin' them that there's a war outside
Tellin' them that there's a war outside

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