Ay Em - Back To The Wave

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Benz on the track
Nagra
Yeah, I’ve seen colder days (Days)
I’m baggin' this ting but I ain’t on time so I’m hopin' he don’t complain
I’m lookin' at acts while countin' these racks like look at what we sold today
She want me to be her superman but baby, you ain’t Lois Lane (Not Lois Lane)
Lois Lane (Ah)
I really wanna see the realest
Bro could be home this season, free him
All I wanna see is freedom (Freedom)
Take care of bro, that’s standard
Landed, handed him a whole sandwich
Have this, nice guy but he on badness
Madness, why I can’t bring him 'round antics
Still I gotta scope the law
Bro got a loaded torch inside the back of a motorsport
If we said it’s calm, it’s nothin', we’re good, it only there to show support
Remember. I had no support
I’m with a sweet broad, then we go abroad and bill it by the ocean port
so big, they get me down
Tell Mum I’m innocent, I’m innocent
Start my day with a T in a spliff
It’s only me when I think
Lord knows I’m trying
I’m only on paper like handwriting
Ayy, bring it back to the wave, man
Back to the wave (Hm)
Bring it back to the wave (Wave)
Back to the wave (Mm)
Bring it back to the wave (Wave)
Back to the wave (Back to the wave)
Back to the wave (Hm)
Bring it back to the wave (Wave)
I’m out here in the field
I’m out here in the field
I’m out here where it might get real
Shit get real
I don’t care how you feel
It’s a white gold Rollie, not steel
Bro call on the phone
He say the jailhouse long
You know how many oranges I’ve peeled?
You know how many man act bad, get wrapped and then squeal?
So keep shit trill
I just get high like an eagle
Waitin' for me like a sequel
Illegal, illegal, I gotta feed all my people
I wish they could free all my people
I’ll keep your secrets
No love from sand like it’s Egypt
I’m gonna stay far away from the leeches
Bitch jumped on my wave and I had her all seasick
Shit weren’t all sweet, shit weren’t all poppin'
Remember puttin' hands in my pocket
Pockets on the
Thinkin' to myself, should I buy it?
Moan that I ain’t got it
Shit really bothered me
goin' mad, contemplating doing robberies
Money ain’t a game, can’t play it like Monopoly
Bro’s on the block, in the trap
Bro take shotgun 'cause I’m riding in the back
I’ll get the job done if I’m gettin' to the bag
I won’t sign with no one, bitch, I’m signed to the camp
It’s Milly Records on the banner
We put Milly on the map
Need millies in banks
Mm-mm, like I’m Charlagamane
Been through some shit, only scars remain
And there’s only so much you can tolerate, ayy
Back to the wave
Back to the wave
Bring it back to the wave
Back to the wave
Back to the wave
Bring it back to the wave
Bring it back to the wave
Bring it back to the wave, oh, yeah