bmx Lyrics

If you had a genie, brother, what would you be wishing

Bigger house, fatter wallet, probably make my dick big

Council flat, never damp, poor is where I'm living

Arrogant, Samaritan, it's just the way of thinking

Just the way of snitching, on brothers that are flinching

But simultaneously telling women that they're a kingpin

I'm a daredevil, the way that I'm blind spitting

Ronaldinho, how my beats gone kick in

Flips it, spins it, make sure that you're running back

Running tracks every night to try and make a hundred racks

Pay my dad's mortgage, 20k goes to tax

So I'm fucked either way, please give my money back

It's not a joke, I'm broke, I still find the money

For a coffee and the fucking weed I smoke, yeah

I'll plead the fifth for some designer clothes

But make sure the cunt from company's black owned, yeah

I'll rule the world in my corteiz shirt

Another day claiming I'm gonna quit at work

Minimum wage must be everything I'm worth

I miss the days boiling on the AstroTurf

I miss the days with the boys and the BMX

Now I'm out making sure that I don't see my ex

Used to roll like the Royce, no feelings yet

Now I'm stressed rewriting and deleting texts

I miss the days with the boys and the BMX

Now I'm out making sure that I don't see my ex

Used to roll like the Royce, no feelings yet

Now I'm stressed rewriting and deleting texts

Smoked weed, cos I was bound to

Burning ounces in the council

School getting me counselled

Saw the system, I was doubtful

Answering questions, but when I question, I'm the scoundrel

Questioning your mentality and the things about you

But how you supposed to focus on uni with this debt around you

Did 14 years of education, not ready for round two

Distracted by arousal, I'm trying to stay woke

But if you don't wanna stay broke

You got to live a life that sounds dull

Maybe even without love

Feds wanting all my guys back in handcuffs

I'm making paper but it's not enough

Her skin like coffee but she cost too much

Had to leave and go Starbucks

Accelerating leave you in the dust

I'm on a different wave, give me a brush

She trying to copy my slang

I'm fucking up a fake tan

I'm pouring lean into my Fanta fam

I miss the days with the boys and the BMX

Now I'm out making sure I don't see my ex

Used to roll like the Royce, no feelings yet

Now I'm stressed rewriting and deleting texts

I miss the days with the boys and the BMX

Now I'm out making sure the I don't see my ex

Used to roll like the Royce, no feelings yet

Now I'm stressed rewriting and deleting texts

You was an indie movie made just for me

I broken record, I play endlessly

Time won't be at the end of the street

Cause your mom kicked you out, so I leave my door open

Oh, I leave my door open, open yeah

I miss the days with the boys and the BMX

Now I'm out making sure the don't see my ex

Used to roll like the Royce, no feelings yet

Now I'm stressed rewriting and deleting texts

Oh, I miss the days

Oh, I miss the days

I miss the days, yeah

Oh, I miss the days