Deep Blues Lyrics - Made In The Manor - Kano

Now we're fucking rapping for fashion 

More infatuated with Ferraris and Astons 

I'm not Martin, but crown me the king of just blacking 

Out on this disc of plastic 

But hidden in these flows is undeniable passion 

Never worked a day in my life, all I know is rap 

Life's had bigger submissions but I won't tap 

The people's done with the fiction, now they want fact 

Go underground, but mind the gap 

Trap, trap, trap, now everybody's trapping 

And it sounds like trap, trap, trap, trap, trap 

'Bout that life, but are you really 'bout it 

When them white rocks steal your uncle 

And they just won't give him back? 

Ain't seen ever, just come out of prison 

I just hope that he ain't using but the truth will beg to differ 

Life can get really, really real 

Life can get really, really real 

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Deep, deep blues 

Deep, deep blues 

Deep, deep blues 

Deep, deep blues 

Very bad news, just found out that my bredrin's mum's got cancer 

While I'm online looking at back shots of the week 

Soph's mum's ill, might need an operation 

And I'm online looking at Rolexes, it's not that time 

Billy lost a baby, that shit fucking pains me 

And all I lost's a gram, popping bottles and a day's sleep 

Nanan's husband died, such is life 

But white rum, nine nine 

Money, money, money, that's what the yout man worship 

It's the devil and he's working... hard 

But karma is a mother, and you can't keep dodging bullets 

Lesson learned, suggest you take it and... run 

Cause when you're sitting in a cell, just had an altercation 

And the victim's in a coma, if he dies, we're going jail 

Life just got really, really real 

Life just got so fucking real 

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Deep, deep blues 

Deep, deep blues 

Deep, deep blues (Life just got so fucking real) 

Deep, deep blues 

Alarm snoozed, I'm in a melancholic mood 

Last night, we boozed 

How am I spending them pinkies and got the blues? 

When I'm not hard labouring by eating fruits 

Why don't I celebrate wins but hate to lose? 

Glass half empty even though it's rosé Krug 

And when the shoe's on the other foot 

They'll say at least they're spanking you 

So without a bruise, you won't see the pain I'm going through 

Sometimes, I feel like every day it's Monday blues