Just Stay Driven - Dead Mates Lyrics

Sick day ones in their feeling
With my day ones don't need em (yeah yeah)
Sick day one in their feeling
With my day ones don't need em (yeah yeah)

Were sick of f*ck boys in their feeling
With my day one don't need em (yeah yeah)
Were sick of f*ck boys in their feeling
With my day one don't need em (yeah yeah)
Were sick of f*ck boys in their feeling
With my day one don't need em (yeah yeah)
Were sick of f*ck boys in their feeling
With my day one don't need em (yeah yeah)

Ahh I was up and down on the block with gs dem
This ain't a film its the east end
When babies turn to men they feeding
Judge you on your crimes before they judge you on achievements
F*ck reality how dare you call it cliché
Till it's your son done up on the screen mate
No, you can't take it back like a DJ
Careful how your stepping when you talk about these streets mate

Sick and Tired of these f*ck boys in their feelings
Use to be my gs and now it treason
Really I don't wanna know the reason
You just Lucky I don't burn you with no season
Love up in my heart I gotta leave it
Just some f*cked up shit I gotta deal with
G up in my veins you best believe it
If I never say it I can feel it

Were sick of f*ck boys in their feeling
With my day one don't need em (yeah yeah)
Sick of f*ck boys in their feeling
With my day one don't need em (yeah yeah)
Were sick of f*ck boys in their feeling
With my day one don't need em (yeah yeah)
Sick of f*ck boys in their feeling
With my day one don't need em (yeah yeah)

My girl wants to double date
I just wanna double up
20 chicken nuggets that's a dip and duck
There holding feelings, not ps need to give it up
If everyday dead you need to live it up
Always sleeping on your dreams
What you sleeping for
Its same mirror image, What you see you saw
You make it Rain and Thunder you really think your thor?
I'll see you in Vallaha when it rains it pours
Since fourteen wanted Free them all
Should stuck to plan why you pass the ball
Cut the serpent at the neck with Valyrain steel (wooh)
Funny buzz yeah the turbulence real
Jerk chicken on the coast of Negril
Rockstar Jamaican yeah that Jamrock feel
R.I.P Nicholas yeah my boy killed
Crosses pour holy water pon the profit
Put pon some gospel they'll rather hear the gossip
We all know the truth you run from it
Crosses
Put pon the gospel you'll rather hear the Gossip
We all the truth you run from it honest (its annoying man)

Were sick of f*ck boys in their feeling
With my day one don't need em (yeah yeah)
Sick of f*ck boys in their feeling
With my day one don't need em (yeah yeah)
Were sick of f*ck boys in their feeling
With my day one don't need em (yeah yeah)
Sick of f*ck boys in their feeling
With my day one don't need em (yeah yeah)

Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah