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Ronan Keating (Remix)
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How many times did I wake up like "F**k this road ting, I'm leaving"? Then I find myself going back Tryna dish out a pack to the cats in the evening Ay Alexa, play the 'Ronan Keating Remix' How many times did I rise up like "Yo f**k this road ting, it's boring"? Then I find myself going back to the cats Tryna dash out a pack by the morning Bro got life and he said he's appealing Cah the evidence was appalling Just missed a call from a jailhouse number I don't even know who called him My broski's flat on his arse and he's owed man for time I ain't arsed, just hold it Ay John, remembеr them times in the stairs Chatting bout a drеam, man we weren't joking See them man just chat too much If I bang my gun I won't give no warning Tell a man "Don't reach for my watch" Let him reason with God if my demons smoke him I was in the cell, no central heating, mistreated Ay Alexa, play a good film with Morgan Freeman Shawshank Redemption's interesting How that man just crawled to free them Murder's my intention if I kweff him I suggest you don't give me no reason I was in the cell, no central heating Loading on a Central Cee ting Just racking my brain, when I'm back on the mains Fam I swear I'ma get them queens in Nothing but trapping and stacking Tell a man that he better believe it Them man ain't on action, Charlie Chaplin I smell gas like the petrol's leaking I was in a cell, no central heating, mistreated Ay Alexa play a sad song by Ronan Keating Them times there were a mad ting With a hand ting on your block tryna beat it Them man ain't on action, Charlie Chaplin No chatting when a man's speaking I was in a cell, no central heating, mistreated Ay Alexa play a sad song by Ronan Keating Them times there were a mad ting With a hand ting on your block tryna beat it Them man ain't on action, Charlie Chaplin No chatting when a man's speaking Coming like Michael Jackson, beat it Gary Barlow, take that beating But they always run more time when I see them Boy in your zone like Ronan Keating Don't talk about the what cause it ain't appealing I'll do a man sosh in the morn or the evening Tell my next door "Watch my head while I'm eating" Ever seen sugar and water steaming? In a man's face and his skin's all peeling First time I seen a big man screaming Then you hold him down and squeal him He ain't a bad boy, man that's revealing If you see him cry he'll touch the ceiling This is the jail, get out of your feelings I remember them boy from breaking tops He wasn't known for raining Glocks He was known for making guap It was me while the dons tried take his watch I'm too grown, I don't run down man All about bread, I don't run down gyal But I'm still good with this forty cal Yo Siri I'm in Chelsea, show me some chicken shops that's halal Might fly out, go link Bilal Can't talk about everything I did with man Touring the world, might hit Japan Come a long way from bricks of sand Now I'm on the beach where I sit in sand I was in a cell, no central heating, mistreated Ay Alexa play a sad song by Ronan Keating Them times there were a mad ting With a hand ting on your block tryna beat it Them man ain't on action, Charlie Chaplin No chatting when a man's speaking I was in a cell, no central heating, mistreated Ay Alexa play a sad song by Ronan Keating Them times there were a mad ting With a hand ting on your block tryna beat it Them man ain't on action, Charlie Chaplin No chatting when a man's speaking
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