Towers ft. Jack Kennedy Lyrics

You've got a new bag of tricks now

You're making gold out of bricks, how?

You fed the grass to the cash cow

Now you gotta whole lotta ice on your wrist now

You were living in a bubble

Until you fell into the rubble

You were a tower

And they couldn't wait to knock you down

I thought I was moving invisible

Turns out I was ghetto blasting

On my knees to Allah

Please protect me on the road

No fasting

I'm talking '02

Ewan McGregor

Attack of the clones

Dat fella

About my my Cheddar

I was moving on through

Serving those stones

See Keith let it boil on the spoon

Doing his best just to find a vein

And I would go home at night

Sit in the dark and drink away the pain

Couldn't walk on ends or to the shops with my pops

Cos' kitties waving at me

Always had a pocket full of P's

Cheese

But I wasn't happy

You've got a new bag of tricks now

You're making gold out of bricks, how?

You fed the grass to the cash cow

Now you gotta whole lotta ice on your wrist now

You were living in a bubble

Until you fell into the rubble

You were a tower

And they couldn't wait to knock you down

I was just tryna build a dynasty

Me and *****

Damn right I had my guy with me

Expanding my team like a dream

Building a hierarchy

Accepting my role for that goal

It was a part of me

Bought twelve months of Kempshott

With a shoe box

Paranoid kept changing the locks

Still I move dots

Staying out the way

Staying clear of those hot spots

Maybe one day i'll be moving out to the boondocks

Yeh you got those

but I got these

Same price for your point two's

I got point three's

In a world so cold

Don't freeze

Moving that product the same colour as goats cheese

Living like some ballers

Watching out for informers

Just tryna move forwards

Too much time on those corners

Sweating like in some Saunas

Taking care of those orders

Line stays ringing

We picking up to the callers

You've got a new bag of tricks now

You're making gold out of bricks, how?

You fed the grass to the cash cow

Now you gotta whole lotta ice on your wrist now

You were living in a bubble

Until you fell into the rubble

You were a tower

And they couldn't wait to knock you down

It's all different now we organised

Moving around like some different guys

Grilled octopus

Cabernet Sauvignon

Although we still living wrong

Up in the club buying by the bottle

That feeling no one can stop you

Glasses in the air

Toasting to that good life

Don't worry homie I got you

Wishing we could live this way forever

Believing that money could fix whatever

Best friend stuck in the pen

Gone to November

Feds blew up the spot

What's the agenda?

Had enough we passed on the line

Looking for a way out

Running out of time

No more Dom Pérignon

See the bubble burst

We got hit with the humble curse

You've got a new bag of tricks now

You're making gold out of bricks, how?

You fed the grass to the cash cow

Now you gotta whole lotta ice on your wrist now

You were living in a bubble

Until you fell into the rubble

You were a tower

And they couldn't wait to knock you down