CLICHÉ ft. Kiina Lyrics

(Yeah, CAEBAL, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Living cheque to cheque

After hours rep the set

Just so he could represent

Something kinda cliché

Never knowing best

Morals always put to test

Having elders stressing, curse, blaspheming like for Pete's sake

Something ghostly

Trying to make the most of these dark times, but shit these dark times, they went and made the most of me

Make the most of every minute made

Like iced tea and lemonade

Paper cut thumbs from the penance paid

My bro don't wife that

She ain't really like that

Little miss cute ting but the stress will have your mind wrapped

And I ran so far that you would think I spoke Farsi

Nah g, hardly, decision's kamikaze

So ghastly the images that passed these

Eyes, could have a nigga cracked, flipped and fried

Still tooken all in stride

The mental pressure that's applied

Always running never hide

Keep it quiet can't confide, yeah

Pleasure palace on the back

Lucky stumbled out the trap

As he wandered foreign land like Alice, yeah

What does your garden grow

Earthly delight

Shame, grief, pain and plight

Gotta swallow the malice, slow

For the times that you'd beseech

Steady slipping out of reach

Visions fuzzy like the

Still we knowing where to

Ten toes strip soldier he was certified

Block hugger, rock runner, his mama hurt inside

Seen it all curb biters

Tanita late nighters

Two dark one lighters

Vice versa

Kids versus vices

Nothing nicest

Yeah, nothing nicest

Living cheque to cheque

After hours rep the set

Just so he could represent

Something kinda cliché

Living cheque to cheque

After hours rep the set

Just so he could represent

Something kinda cliché

Living cheque to cheque

After hours rep the set

Just so he could represent

Something kinda cliché

Living cheque to cheque

After hours rep the set

Just so he could represent

Something kinda cliché

Yeah (peace, peace, peace, peace, peace, peace)