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• Artiste: AJ Tracey
• Titre: 3rd Time Lucky
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Where do I start? I've come to terms that we're all gettin' older Heaven's beneath mum's feet, for her whole life, she had the world on her shoulder I've seen mum cry in her room, 'cause my birthday gift got robbed from her office It's like our life started on hard mode, I pray to God to restart on novice They say it's the strongest people that God chooses for the hardest wars That's why the first time she was ill, she was shinin' bright on the darkest ward Asked me what I'm proudest of, it's when I told you that your house was yours Safe from the block, 'cause your heated floors What the fuck do they think that I started for Anytime I was scared, I would call mum But, when your mum's scared, who you gonna call? Wakin' us up 'cause you had a late shift, then cryin' so loud I can hear from the hall School shirt ripped, but that shit's expensive Money went low, and the list extensive Nightmares that you might pull up intensive Mixed race yute with his face so pensive Know what they say, mum, third time lucky You deserve for that to be true You put everyone else in the top spot This time, that deserves to be you I hope actions show you I love you I can't express the words that we use Sometimes life gets hard, but I smile 'Cause you're here, so how can we lose? You don't know pain 'til you're locked on street Dad's not around, and your faith gets weak Mum gets told that the cancer's back And she gives you the look, like she might concede Little bro needs role models and shoes Pass time with more models and booze Wake up in the T-house on your own Turn the line back on, can't cuddle and snooze I don't know how many times, I told mum, that I found money on floor I ain't find money on floor, I found money on road Grams, tee, molly and draws Mum didn't want us out on the roadside So we used her front room to relax In that house, wrote texts on the Lyca And wrote down some of my gulliest tracks You don't know love 'til your mum goes without Holds us tight, so our life don't spin out Still made sure that we ate real good Get a Sunday roast, with the mince and pillau God bless nan, 'cause her memory's goin' Next hard job for my mum to attend Lost real fam 'cause the envy showin' Plot on my downfall, you ain't much of a friend Know what they say, mum, third time lucky You deserve for that to be true You put everyone else in the top spot This time, that deserves to be you I hope actions show you I love you I can't express the words that we use Sometimes life gets hard, but I smile 'Cause you're here, so how can we lose?