Devlin As Time Goes By (feat. Smasher)
im fed up with life at the minuites i get it off my chest when im writing my lyrics having to give my nan hospital visits. i pray to god she dont turn to a spirt cos shes the only nan i got left and it hurts in my head when i consteinplate her death knowing that 1 day soon shell be gone and that thought leavs me shought of breath.
and yer thats just 1 of the things that got me feeling that im running in rings no process made thats a regular thing but if i stop spitting that il be the death of a king its like ive gotta learn to focus my mind and i know its the times know one behind the sync of be mine draw you a picture with words of described of that caption besides.
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as life goes bye in the blink of an eye i stayed focus on writing my ryms these streets are inviting to crime if i didnt write ryms il probley go mad in my mind its only music that keeps me sain blood,sweat and beers to forget the pain just reflecting my days wen im away.
let me tell you another story about a 23 year old man that dont wanna fail every move he is in hancing it from the start to the finish cos losing has neva ever been an option constintly cooking up plans of concoctions raised up in a place called choxton by his nan and grandad he goes to see his mum on a weekend that was a treat then she was spoilt rotein and then its back to the east then. years later man sick with a big pen leaving up where the youths strap big lens pure drama astor preformally the boost so hot u could call it a sorna 10 out of 10 im back at it agian what ever the outcome its music to the end.
chorus
as life goes bye in the blink of an eye i stayed focus on writing my ryms these streets are inviting to crime if i didnt write ryms il probley go mad in my mind its only music that keeps me sain blood,sweat and beers to forget the pain just reflecting my days wen im away.
just another day in the life music eint paying me wright like a work at mac donalds reciving minnium wage i get pennis for the shit that ive write on the pages like im feeling so wot in slaved due to power and urban decay. there aint no prospects in the uk today so my m8s keep playin up the kane i dont know wot i stand in the strun and the strain im trapped in the thunder and rain but i dont give a fuk for the fame so if i full pray to my sins then lust is to blame im in your ear like blood in your vains and yer im on the rose like buskers and trains im just like every one i love to be paid im messed up it must be the boy that i played there aient nothing for us they way im feeling there aient no word in the sphearephourus born on the 7th of may im a tourist cant keep my job cos i cnt take orders looking inside of the rich and the borders then i take a look around my headquaters and im ripping my hair out soon im gunna look like gayle porters they hit us with extoration and treat illagle imagrents much more important then me and you cos ive lived there all my life and live got nuffin to show for it and you cant get rich from work so spitting ive gotto have a relli good go at it ive put my boat in the stream now i keep rowing it its my dream and i wont let go of it.
final chorus
as life goes bye in the blink of an eye i stayed focus on writing my ryms these streets are inviting to crime if i didnt write ryms il probley go mad in my mind its only music that keeps me sain blood,sweat and beers to forget the pain just reflecting my days wen im away.
