Ladies lyrics

Lions don't lose sleep over the opinion of sheep

Nothing seems real 'til it lands at your feet

We all pay bills, I've got gaps in my teeth

They never gave me luck, they're just gaps in my teeth

I smile a lot; why not?

Fine girls getting eyed up, it's best to keep your eyes shut

Too nice to keep my eyes off

That's fresh cake, hands off

Crush grapes and bake off

I always take days off

Praying that it pays off

Stereotype me as a waster

See myself like a Baidar, never been a faker

Baby boy from the manger, east midlands popper

Pocker think I'm selling A-class

Went to see a doctor, he said my life was made up

What you do with no options?

Like a squirrel for an acorn, pulling out my hair

I ain't getting no cornrows

Searching for gold at the end of the rainbow

I'm at a yellow brick road, doing up angel

Tell her do it 'cus I say so

In Bagel King

I ain't trying to get a Bagel, life of sin

Can you give the boy a halo?

Can you give the boy a bly?

I'm just tryna get by, always told me lies

Now they stood outside, pray I demise

I'm an eagle flying, throught the breeze, they chat I glide

Like steez I'm T-sus Christ

Late night when I'm twice as nice

Like your girl's cooking

That your mumsy niced

Like your girl's cooking

That your mumsy niced

This one's for the ladies

'Cus they have our babies

And they drive us crazy

But they made us men

This one's for the ladies

'Cus they have our babies

And they drive us crazy

But they made us men

Thorn in my foot, no one helped me out

I'm not unpure, neither good, like that's not allowed

I tried talking to God, can you help me out?

Never got a response, only asked as a child

Been unsure on trial, I'm sure that I'll walk this aisle

Caught this flight, deja vu, already lived this life

So the path that I'm on yeah, this one's mine

No more sleep

No more lines

No more breachin'

No more fines

No more tag

And no more nights

In on the curfew, early nights

No more jobseekers

No more team leaders, who ain't been leaders

No more swinging out fights

Everybody swinging out knives, like nobody dies

But it's scumbag season

I'll come back when no comeback needed

Man like lil' Joab squeezing

Prolly smoke more I'm leaning

8 year old's blow bags breathing

Nowadays cognac sipping

Back then? Scumpy sipping

Lambrini, never wore Cabrini

Gotta find my Avirex

They'll sell themselves short for flavors

I wouldn't sell myself out for dough and acres

I want a wife that's gracious

Then we can get a yard that's big in Barbados

I appreciate queens 'cus they made us

I'll part the sea, what's your fragrence, tasting like Baileys

Put me in a spell like seance

Shelter when it's rainy, Bob Marley, what's your preference

Yeah, this one's for the

Yeah, this one's for the

Yeah, this one's for the

This one's for the ladies

'Cus they have our babies

And they drive us crazy

But they made us men

This one's for the ladies

'Cus they have our babies

Yeah they drive us crazy

But they made us men

Brr

• Artist:slowthai
• Album:Nothing Great About Britain