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• Artiste: Popes of Chillitown
• Titre: Badman
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Swords are outlawed so only outlaws have swords But they come in handy kicking back the hordes Stay peaceful let whatever will be But keeping quiet well that just isn’t me They’re at my door Armed to the teeth With simple thoughts Of naivety I’m a badman, I’m a badman, come too close you’re gonna end up a stabbed man I’m a badman, I’m a badman, come too close you’re gonna end up a stabbed man I’m a psycho, I don’t like you, come too close and I’ll want just to fight you I’m a psycho, I don’t like you, you’re coming way too close don’t you know Out my window I just see lost souls Muttering about how they want to fulfil their goals They say other places are where they want to be But they’re still anchored in this sinking country (This is not how you wanted me to be) Now you’re standing over me And I’m begging at your mercy (This is not how you wanted this to go) Well it’s a shame that we don’t have more control It’s a shame that we don’t have more control It’s a shame that we don’t have more control It’s a shame that we don’t have more I’m not the white Obama, I’m another random bunner and I live with brothers and my mother in another London borough Never been no one for trouble, short haircuts in the summer Support our troops but war is bad karma