Open Conversation & Mark Duggan

Album: Growing Over Life (2014)
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  • Grown on me
    Can't sing but I wrote you a song, that's grown on me
    And my treasures have grown on me
    Aware of the responsibilities, grown on me
    And when I wear a suit and tie, it looks grown on me
    I ain't changed, I'm just a new old me
    Or did you know me?
    Grown on me

    (Music so gorgeous, got you feeling flawless)
    (Music so gorgeous, got you feeling flawless)
    (Mu-mu-music so gorgeous, got you feeling flawless)
    (Music so gorgeous, got you feeling flawless)
    (Music so gorgeous, got-got you feeling flawless)

    Uh, I grew up on Eternal, I'm tryna be the same
    Ever seen a flame in the rain?
    No? Then you've never seen Jermaine
    In his white-gold chain back in the day, just give me space
    Yeah
    Though I might have took a Galaxy
    I never had a pound
    Couldn't afford a Ford so I had to run around
    What the fuck's an allergy?
    All my niggas nuts
    We weren't allowed in the youth club
    Before we hit the clubs
    They said enough was enough
    So we had to give 'em more
    When you see sides, I just wanna know you're sure
    Are you sure?
    Or do you sympathise?
    You grew up on Kinder Surprise
    I had licks and rice and had to drink my pride
    One-on-one since six or five
    Lost my marbles, looking down the drain
    Tryna find 'em, I couldn't find 'em
    (Look a little closer to home, you might find 'em)
    I might find 'em?
    Fuck that, I've got my skateboard
    I've got my rucksack, I've got my 8 balls
    I've got two sticks and I ain't playing pool
    I know who's who, I'm from the same school
    And it's hard knocks, where it makes you
    Or it breaks you, I didn't snap in half
    I just snapped in class
    It's a miracle I didn't catch that charge
    Ain't got time to waste
    Night time, that's like my time of day
    When you're 32 shade of grey
    In this concrete jungle, you've gotta pave a way
    Just don't let 'em take your Jane
    (Can't take you, baby)
    I start playing Jason when they get adjacent
    You know how that movie goes
    Click-clack, bang-bang on my foes, 2Pac taught me that
    Biggie Smalls taught me swag
    Got my Versace shirt, put my car in reverse
    I was hypnotised with Medusa in my lenses
    Now I'm Medusa to my exes
    Don't look at me, don't look at me
    Unless you've got the whole booking fee
    I used to have a hole in my jeans
    Holes in my tee
    Now I buy outfits for the whole of my team
    You couldn't short on the block I live
    Moving Bobby Brown, that was just my prerogative
    Just my prerogative
    Driving cars with no indicators
    I took a right turn with no indication
    The only stimulation was ipi-dipi-dation
    How many of my niggas I'll be seeing in the station?
    I'm getting fed up
    'Member they put the cuffs on me
    Felt like I couldn't even stand up or breathe
    Brother Mark never made it to custody
    I see his kids now and again
    I give them every cent that I've got up in my pocket
    But it isn't enough
    Cause when he saw me at the lights, he said give me your number
    Got the same school shirt, now I'm wearing this jumper
    Saying RIP
    Just know you R-I me
    Every verse from your coffin and I'm not stopping
    Sick of money often, see Kamani often, see Shenaia often
    See the pressures we had, tryna take it off them
    Turned the hangman rope into straight white-gold
    Cuh we rose from the dungeon
    Zeros to the hundreds
    And they can write books on us where we come from
    That's why we're heroes on our junction

    Grown on me
    Can't sing but I wrote you a song, that's grown on me
    And my treasures have grown on me
    Aware of the responsibilities, grown on me
    And when I wear a suit and tie, it looks grown on me
    I ain't changed, I'm just a new old me
    Or did you know me?
    Grown on me

    (Music so gorgeous, got you feeling flawless)
    (Music so gorgeous, got you feeling flawless)
    (Mu-mu-music so gorgeous, got you feeling flawless)
    (Music so gorgeous, got you feeling flawless)
    (Music so gorgeous, got-got you feeling flawless)

    I heard it's all been love
    Cupid, draw back your bow
    We need to follow that arrow
    While I'm on my feet
    If they shoot me down, would you riot for me?
    Riot for me
    We need to follow that arrow
    As long as we believe
    Two tears falling like the innocent
    Spirits in the wind
    What's respect if they expect silence?
    Oh
    Sirens when we disrespect
    Sirens when we disrespect
    What's respect if they expect silence?
    We hear sirens when we disrespect, yeah

    I just lost my mind
    I just lost my mind
    Is it me or am I scared of the cops outside?
    There's cops outside
    There's an I in team but I'm on my side, I guess
    Roses are red
    Violets for the violence
    Yeah

    What's respect if they expect silence?
    We hear sirens when we disrespect Writer/s: JERMAINE SINCLAIRE SCOTT, MOSES AYO SAMUELS, OLANIYI MICHAEL AKINKUNMI, VARREN JEROME LLOYD WADE
    Publisher: BMG Rights Management, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, Peermusic Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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