Slide - Bandokay

Even on a day like this When you're crawling on the floor, Reaching for the phone to ring, Anyone who knows you anymore It's alright to make mistakes You're only human Inside everybody's hiding something Staring at the same four walls Have you tried to help yourself? The rings around your eyes, they don't hide That you need to get some rest It's alright to make mistakes You're only human Inside everybody's hiding something Take time to catch your breath and choose your moment Don't slide Even at a time like this When the morning seems so far Think that pain belongs to you But it's happened to us all It's alright to make mistakes You're only human Inside everybody's hiding something Take time to catch your breath and choose your moment Don't slide You brought this on yourself And it's high time you left it there Lie here and rest your head And dream of something else instead Don't slide

Ayy, Bands (Rah, it's BKay, you know) ayy Yes, Lord, ayy Praise the Lord one time then praise Him twice (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) All now, we're still taking, saving lives (trust) My young boy ching my man (ying that) B, I got so much hate for the paigon guys (ayy, ying that) I can't stand all the paigon lies (nah) My bro's tappin' a next paigon's wife (nah, nah, brrt) Praise the Lord one time then praise Him twice (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) All now, we're still taking, saving lives (save it) My young boy ching my man (ying that) B, I got so much hate for the paigon guys (ayy, ying that) I can't stand all the paigon lies My bro's tappin' a next paigon's wife (nah) Opp block, trip on a paigon's side (paigon's side) Watch the paigons hide (skeet off) My bro beat off at the paigon's ride Watch the car skeet off, fuck thе paigon's life Ever seen a g-lock get to aiming binе When I touch the g-spot, it's a "Shake you fine" Got the mash and g-lock tryna rave and that I don't care what he's got, man's just breaking spines Praise the Lord one time then praise Him again (Lord) He got bunned one time, bro blazed him again (bun) We do 'nuff gun crime, shells raining again Keep raining on them, I don't rate none of them (zero) Even on the backroad, I wouldn't snake one of them They was envying me, I see the faking in them G'd up, mazzaleen, now it's shaking again Need some extendos, haffi raise them again Where's the extendos to my twin rinse-off? I seen him run that way, where did his friends go? One shot, two shot, tryna hit his head, bro Put corn in your ears, you won't need headphones (nah) Could've left by now, still in your ends though Switch, nothin' like Nintendo My little bro let go, body blow, wet bro Bro made headstones 'cause he love wet zones And free Potter 'cah he love swing with it (swing with it) Probably swim with it He can talk duke noise, still bringin' it (always) FTO, SYM, bare vim with it (suck ya mum) Flingin' it, bro's pingin' it and chingin' it (ayy) Yo, see the LV pouch got a ting in it (watch it) But I hopped out and hopped back in, love trimming shit If it ain't that, he's ringin' it (ringin' it) Praise the Lord one time then praise Him twice (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) All now, we're still taking, saving lives (save it) My young boy ching my man B, I got so much hate for the paigon guys (ying that, ying that) I can't stand all the paigon lies My bro's tappin' a next paigon's wife (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Praise the Lord one time then praise Him twice (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) All now, we're still taking, saving lives (watch it) My young boy ching my man (ayy, ying that) B, I got so much hate for the paigon guys (ayy, ying that, ying that) I can't stand all the paigon lies My bro's tappin' a next paigon's wife Plus I'm up in the field, now, slap an .8 ting I don't really rate him cah the yutes hate him When I see his face, gotta decorate it (ying that) I told bro, "We're all one, no separating" (all one) The gang gets serious if we're all debating That's VWF, the G's loves shaving Rambos blazing, she keeps complaining She keeps calling me "Babes" when it's not a babes ting Ayy, gyal, lean with it, turn with it See a man and burst him G-locks, FNs, ZKs, hurtin' him (hurtin' him) Lurkin' shaky turbulence A lot of money, Farm Boys, and murderers See, the other opp boys just hurdlers (dickheads) I got kwengs locked up and burglars Like, bine, bine, bine (brrt) That's what you hear when the car was skidding Bine, bine, bine (brrt) That's what you hear when my mates try wig him Bine, bine, bine (brrt) We just gave him a shot and I'm sure it won't jam (nah) We just corned that punk cah he pulled that stunt (you know, you know) Made in a blunt, we just called him a cunt now both gyal Runtz (gelato) Shit, man Rah, it's BKay, you know Fuckin' hell

Bando (baow) Brrt, brrt, bwoy dead O way or no way (grrt, bang) (Yo, Jamskull, they're here) o's up or get soaked up (you know the vibes) Free Slim (gang, gang) Free the fuckin' O (baow, baow) Listen, yo, yo Eleven shots up out the glizz', my nigga peppers dons (glizzy) You know I got it if you see me with my leathers on (I got it) And we don't care about the time or the weather, don (nah) We get the drop, we're turnin' up to do you steppers wrong (listen) And fans asking if I'm beefin' with Russ Bands ain't beefin' with Russ, I let my killers hit your pathway (baow, baow) I can never have beef on the internet (why?) I'ma bad boy, I got beef up on Park Lane (npk) I ain't really got beef with the 9iners, they're tired I'd rather go pattern some next beef (listen) My nigga chef Sneakz, free him up so he can wet reepz (haha) If she's over there won't let the sket leave (dumb hoe) 'Cause if you're chillin' with the paigons (woo) Then we're gonna make your life a mayhem (woo) Gun powder, that's my fragrance (woo, woo) Another opp gotta rest in peace And if I buck you one on one, you think I'll let you live? (never) I guarantee I soak you up and leave you next to trees (ying) My niggas next to me and we ain't doing ecstasy (bun dat) We get the drop and do a drill, that's how it's meant to be (bang) Long live bro, all for you bodies garn drop (baow) The opps ain't safe even when they get their car washed (stab tyres) I need a milli, label said I'm not far off (ayy, ayy) The A and R's on my back cah I'm a star boss (bando) And forty bags on my neck, I'm only twenty, bro My killy's locked, still hear me on his stereo (free him up) They say I always pop o's like a Cheerio They got my name in their mouth, I'm like "here we go" (oi) I'm back and fourth in the booth, call it booth-trappin' (ayy) Spoke on my nigga's name, he done two slappins (baow) And you ain't never seen a glizz' with a laser (never) My little bro gripped that and had shoot at him They aiming for legs, we ain't giving no leggies out (leggies out) Hit his headie now (baow) Gunman will step for the kid and they ready now (ready now) Anyting can pop off, if so, get your readies out (ayy) Up the four four and cause nothin' but fatal damage (baow) They want war with the g's, you think they will manage? (never) This seventeen holds a lot in the clip, bro (woi, woi) We pull up to a function, at least eight will have it Bro's white Airs were lookin' like red forces They're hearin' it wrong, fuck your dead sources I'm making money now, I need a stead' mortgage (buy a yard) So I can live life and buy some red porches And why you preein' in the dance if you haven't got it? (haven't got it) It's gettin' people hurt, you fellas gotta stop it (for true though) We dance with bare Ramey's and a couple rockets (baow) I know the party's nice, but we gotta lock it (bands) Oi, oi Brrt, haha Head back season Pwoi! Protect your head back ha Pwoi! (bando) Free the fuckin' o Talkin' 'bout this and that Listen, gunshot