Slow Songs Lyrics - Giggs

They talk about they wanna cut crime down, 

I do something positive and they fly down, 

I'm pissed off, so I lie down, 

Grab a spliff, grab a pen, and I wind down. 

Mad poverty. 

Niggers cant get jobs so they buy brown, 

Buy light, drive round, 

Tryna hustle on the streets to get the right pound. 

A little youfs getting knifed down, 

Cos nigger got pissed and brought a knife round, 

They don't care about a sign said put the knives down, 

Next little niggers gonna get the knives now, 

Rinse off the ting and put a life down, 

Think of the shit we live our lives round. 

That's why i can't understand all the fight down. 

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When the shadows in the sun grow long... we listen to a slow, slow song. 

I used to roll strapped up packin a glock, 

Runnin round rinsing at the back of a block, 

Used to shot cats whole packets of rock, 

Now I make music, what they plannin to block. 

Fuck these lil faggoty cops, 

I came a long way from a raggody top, 

Old reboks, and my gravitys on, 

Now everything drops I get my gravity on. 

The whole industry gettin mad at me songs, 

Sayin they dont like me the way I'm carrying on, 

Been a mad journey, 

These fucker dont know where I'm travelling from. 

Tryna make my buzz lighter, 

Tryna get to me lockin down my blud kyzer, 

Smoke weed while sippin on a budweizer. 

When the shadows in the sun grow long... we listen to a slow, slow song. 

It's just a phase we know, 

That hazy glow, 

Coming off the blazing road, 

But I'm like Amir Khan, I appear calm, 

All that clear charm, 

But I clip your ear ole' raw, 

Keep score of what I got, 

In the draw with the socks, 

Feeling ever more than a lot, 

I used to score shottins at the squats, 

Fuck it, duck it in the bucket seat, 

Spunked all my currency and my luck, you see, 

Am i grind blind 

Frightened sometimes, 

Mixing white wine with wine, 

Late nights on the pave like, 

With Dave types, 

Chitter chatter with the latter, 

Wave bye. 

Behave right. 

Let's stay tight. 

When the shadows in the sun grow long... we listen to a slow, slow song.