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[Chorus: Suspect]
Wrong way down a one-way
Wrong way down a one-way
Wrong way down a one-way
Road rage like "you what, mate?"
Wrong way down a one-way
Wrong way down a one-way
Wrong way down a one-way
Road rage like "you what, mate?"

[Verse 1: Suspect]
Ayy, ayy, wrong way down a one-way
Niggas grew up the wrong way
Only showed us that trap pays
All we knew was that gunplay
Partying on a Sunday
On the strip moving mad bait
Oh shit, there’s the squalé
Wrong way down a one-way
Never knew a nigga had dreams, though
True say I did it with ease, though
I remember times no one would fucking listen
Had to get myself up and out the kitchen
No more Pyrex vision now
More like cheques and we’re skipping clouds
At this rate, little man’ll never have to worry
About his pops, I’ll be sitting down

[Chorus: Suspect]
Wrong way down a one-way
Wrong way down a one-way
Wrong way down a one-way
Road rage like "you what, mate?"
Wrong way down a one-way
Wrong way down a one-way
Wrong way down a one-way
Road rage like "you what?", like "you what?"

[Verse 2: Jesse James Solomon]
I’m baking off with the bacons-ns
I don’t deal with no pagans-ns
Wooly road where they made me in
I broke out, no more breaking in
I’m in the background, blending in
Shades on and a vengeance grin
With my goonies, all gremlined off
Remember us from that bendy bus?
These niggas wanna act all tough
Remember when we used to send them shop
Wrong way down the one-way
They look at us and think "one day"
Packed off on a Sunday
I’m baking off with a one bae
I said I’m baking off, baking
I said I’m baking off with a one bae

[Chorus: Suspect]
Wrong way down a one-way
Wrong way down a one-way
Wrong way down a one-way
Road rage like "you what, mate?"
Wrong way down a one-way
Wrong way down a one-way
Wrong way down a one-way
Road rage like "you what, mate?"

[Verse 3: Skepta]
Greaze, yeah, drive-by and I’m speeding
Lights shine on the ceiling (sexy)
Forgot to have dinner this evening
‘Cause time flies when you’re eating (true)
Must be the books that you’re reading
The idolising and preaching (shh)
Women’s world, we don’t watch niggas (nah)
Soon as I get the money, I’m leaving (greaze)
Champagne on my SKs (spills)
Zoot in the mouth when I’m pouring
Tryna stay awake till the morning (yeah)
‘Cause going to sleep is just boring (yeah)
Was a young boy when I stopped caring
Them times when I had Dipset blaring
Dad told me not to get two earrings (shing)
Man, I’m so hard of hearing (icy)

[Chorus: Suspect & Jesse James Solomon]
Wrong way down a one-way
Wrong way down a one-way
Wrong way down a one-way
Road rage like "you what, mate?"
Wrong way down a one-way
Wrong way down a one-way
Wrong way down a one-way
I said I’m baking off, I said I’m baking off

I better slow down
‘Cause I keep keep trippin’ on words I don’t wanna say
Just tell me right now
‘Cause I keep keep seein’ the signs you want me to stay

I can’t commit, I can’t make plans
Sometimes the bet ain’t worth the hand
I think you’re special, it makes me sad
Don’t wanna wonder what we could’ve had
And I hope you understand
Don’t get your feelings broken for nothin’
Maybe I’m leavin’
Leavin’ here with nothin’
I might regret that I can’t be your man
Sometimes the bet isn’t worth the hand
And I can’t keep lettin’ this wave carry me away
So tell me right now
‘Cause I keep keep seein’ the signs you want me to stay

I got it bad
I think you know
You’re everything, you’re beautiful
But my life is fast, can’t make it slow
We’re here right now
Kiss me before I go, but you got to let me go
Don’t get your feelings broken for nothin’
Maybe I’m leavin’
Leavin’ here with nothin’
I might regret that I can’t be your man
Sometimes the bet isn’t worth the hand
(I been hurt before, don’t wanna hurt no more)
Sometimes the bet isn’t worth the hand
I gotta let ya know girl
I can’t let it go any longer
Sometimes it ain’t worth the hand

Ain’t got no riches, ain’t got no money that runs long
But I got a heart that’s strong and a love that’s tall
Ain’t got no name, ain’t got no fancy education
But I can see right through, a powdered face on a painted fool
Let me slip through (Let me slip through)
Why you tryna hold me back? (I ain’t)
I’m just tryna move up front
Lil more of this, lil less of that (Can you feel me?)
Let me come through (Let me come through)
I’m tired being in the back (Aight)
I’m just tryna move up front
A lil more of this, a lil less of that, yeah

They tell me I was born to lose
But I made a good good thing out of bad bad news

I don’t worry, don’t worry, don’t worry about people in my face
I hit ‘em with the style and grace, and watch their ankles break
I know you wish, I know you wish I would fade away
But I got more to say, Lord they pray
Let me slip through (Let me slip through)
Why you tryna hold me back? (I ain’t)
I’m just tryna move up front
Lil more of this, lil less of that (Can you feel me?)
Let me come through (Let me come through)
I’m tired being in the back (Aight)
I’m just trynna move up front
A lil more of this, a lil less of that, yeah
They tell me I was born to lose
But I made a good good thing out of bad bad news

Alright alright, all day all night
Alright alright, all day all night
Alright alright, all day all night
Alright alright, all day all night
They tell me I was born to lose
But I made a good good thing out of bad bad news

그땐 참 좋았는데 말이야
너와 함께할 수만 있다면
때론 외롭고 슬퍼도 말이야
너와 같이 할 수만 있다면
Sing it na na na
노래해 나나나
우리 이게 마지막이 아니야
부디 또 만나요 꽃이 피면

때론 꽤 별난 일이 많아
넌 나 같이 못난 놈을 만나
다시 누군갈 사랑할 수 있을까
너 아니라면 그럴 일은 없을 것 같아
나 의식 없이 발길 흐름대로 가던 길
날 화려히 비춰주던 니 빛 한줄기
그 전율이 느껴지는 예쁜 꽃길
그곳에 너로 인해 설수 있던 Roly poly toy

떠나려거든 보내 드리오리다
님이 가시는 길에 꽃을 뿌리오리다

그리워지면 돌아와 줘요
그때 또 다시 날 사랑해줘요
이 꽃길 따라 잠시 쉬어가다가
그 자리 그곳에서 날 기다려요

그땐 참 좋았는데 말이야
너와 함께할 수만 있다면
때론 외롭고 슬퍼도 말이야
너와 같이 할 수만 있다면

많이 울기도 했지만 웃은 일도 많아
내 머릿속 안에는 추억이 너무 많아
이 또한 지나갈 테니까
이 다음에 만나요 꽃이 피면

1 년 365 이 세상 하나뿐인
넌 내 음악의 Motive 날 일깨워주는 은인
니 커다란 꽃밭에 기대어 막 떠오르던 가사말
아직도 참 생생해 빠담빠담
너란 만개 한 꽃의 색은 100000 개
무한대 거대한 울림 Vivaldi의 사계
아직도 그댄 내 맘에 담을 수 없는 그림
내 눈을 의심하지 You are my magical queen

떠나려거든 보내 드리오리다
님이 가시는 길에 꽃을 뿌리오리다

그리워지면 돌아와 줘요
그때 또 다시 날 사랑해줘요
이 꽃길 따라 잠시 쉬어가다가
그 자리 그곳에서 날 기다려요

꽃잎 따다 입을 맞추죠
얼굴은 빨개지고
꽃길을 깔아 준비를 하죠
그대가 오시는 길

그리워지면 돌아와 줘요
그때 또 다시 날 사랑해줘요
이 꽃길 따라 잠시 쉬어가다가
그 자리 그곳에서 날 기다려요

꽃잎 따다 입을 맞추죠
얼굴은 빨개지고
꽃길을 깔아 준비를 하죠
그 자리 그곳에서 날 기다려요

I buy a new car for the bitch (for real)
I tear down the mall with the bitch (for real)
You can’t even talk to the bitch (no)
She fucking with bosses and shit (oh God)
I pull up in ‘Rari’s and shit, with choppers and Harley’s and shit (for real)
I be Gucci’d down, you wearing Lacoste and shit (bitch)
Yeah, Moncler, yeah, fur came off of that, yeah (yeah)
Triple homicide, put me in a chair, yeah (in jail)
Triple cross the plug, we do not play fair, yeah (oh God)
Got ’em tennis chains on and they real blingy (blingy)
Draco make you do the chicken head like Chingy (Chingy)
Walk in Neiman Marcus and I spend a light fifty (fifty)
Please proceed with caution, shooters, they be right with me (21)
Bad bitch, cute face and some nice titties
Seventy-five hunnid on a Saint Laurent jacket (yeah)
Bitch, be careful where you dumpin’ your ashes (bitch)
I ain’t no sucker, I ain’t cut for no action (nah)
The skreets raised me, I’m a ho bastard (wild, wild, wild, wild)
I bought a ‘Rari just so I can go faster (skrrt)
Niggas tryna copy me, they playin’ catch up (21)
I might pull up in a Ghost, no Casper (21)
I been smoking gas and I got no asthma
I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight M’s in my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight shooters ready to gun you down, yeah (fast)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Yeah dog I’m for real, dog (21)
Straight up out the seats, now I got a house on the hill, dog (21)
Wanna see a body, nigga? Get you killed, dog (wet)
Wanna Tweet about me, nigga? Get you killed, dog (wet)
Killed dog, I’m a real dog, you a lil’ dog (21)
Be a dog, wanna be a dog, chasing mil’s, dog
Dunk right in your bitch like O’Neal, dog
Plus I shoot like Reggie Mill’, dog (21)
Chopper sting you like a eel, dog
I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight M’s in my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight shooters ready to gun you down, yeah (fast)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ruler clips, send a ruler hit
Pull up on your bitch, she say I got that ruler dick
Spray your block down, we not really with that rural shit
Glock cocked now, I don’t really give no fuck ’bout who I hit
Yeah, your bitch, she get jiggy with me
Keep that Siggy with me
Bitch, I’m Mad Max, you know I got Ziggy with me
Keep a mad mag in case they wanna get busy with me
‘Rari matte black and I got a Bentley with me
I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight M’s in my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight shooters ready to gun you down, yeah (fast)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Seventy-five hunnid on a Saint Laurent jacket (yeah)
Bitch, be careful where you dumpin’ your ashes (bitch)
I ain’t no sucker, I ain’t cut for no action (nah)
The skreets raised me, I’m a ho bastard