Nick Brewer Headphones Lyrics

Check it

You ain’t gotta like it but respect it

Said I wasn’t a bad boy and I meant it

Raised on the east side of the city

Left at the next exit

Close to the dog trap

Man are holding a lot but I really want on that

I was there sitting in my house

Wanting to make it out

Really my thoughts filling me with doubt

Chilling on the couch

Banging out tunes for the man there

Tryna find my path, it weren’t that clear

In a place where rhyme man not survive

What am I supposed to do? Stand there?

When that’s not roo

I get to watch when they banged at you

Can’t lie, could’ve got slapped up too

Sitting in stoods

They were like ‘Wait, wait, jack that tune’

Turn my headphones up

I been out here from the get go cuz

Riding around on a ped, no clutch

Suppling food like Tesco does

Them pagans never get no love

No kiss, no hug, no XO

Look, man are bad man ’cause I said so

And I’m in a AirMax tracksuit, no, I don’t dress retro

Keep my head real low

Way before them man stole my flow

Some other guy stole my mobile phone

I was on the road with two friends in my new ends

Figuring out the right way home

They surrounded us, it got peak

I got robbed by them and I clocked right then

That bad boy life weren’t me

Oh, what a chief, not one part of me was on beef

Don’t think that you can’t believe me on beats

‘Cause I mean every word that I say

If you don’t relate, it’s not deep

You see me though

Little man talk tough but they really though

Few hood friends chilling in a video

Never thought like this, second caught my drift

If I talk like this will they hear me though?

Turn my headphones up

I been out here from the get go cuz

Riding around on a ped, no clutch

Suppling food like Tesco does

Them pagans never get no love

No kiss, no hug, no XO

Look, man are bad man ’cause I said so

And I’m in a AirMax tracksuit, no, I don’t dress retro

Turn my headphones up

I been out here from the get go cuz

Riding around on a ped, no clutch

Suppling food like Tesco does

Them pagans never get no love

No kiss, no hug, no XO

Look, man are bad man ’cause I said so

And I’m in a AirMax tracksuit, no, I don’t dress retro

Man check, lemme dissect

[?] a man get

Tryna get hot in every bar

Even though we’re mad beat fast

I’m on the same roads

Too bait be on the main roads

That’s why you see we’re rolling in plain clothes

And I carry the heater when it ain’t cold

Fam, it’s hot round here

Yeah, man’ll do a lot round here

Where you from cuz? No, it’s not round here

So you flick now through a gunshot round here

I seen man rock round here

I can’t let it be

I’m scared but I can’t let ’em see

I’m finding it harder to breathe

I’m having panic attacks, I’m trapped

They gotta bellies on strap

I gotta figure how to really relax

These nightmares are my fares

I’m more than quite scared

I’m wishing I could sit in my high chair and cry here

I’ve seen too many men die but a game never started my life

Tell me that it’s gonna be alright, please

‘Cause I’m losing my G’s

Can’t really find peace

Otherwise I’m gonna be stuck

Going through stuff

Get in the booth in the crib like

Turn my headphones up

I been out here from the get go cuz