JKYL+HYD Lyrics

JKYL+HYD - Dave

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See the mirror in your eyes

See the truth behind the lies

Your lies are haunting me

Listen

This is a tale of two men, this is Jekyll and Hyde

Have you ever had a war with your mind? Its like I'm two men

Tryna' juggle college and money but this is useless

Cause either way one of them suffers because of music

Telling Jussy on the phone, bailiffs climbing windows

Tryna' run up in my home and take everything I own

Them girls will never know, the choices that I made

All the nights that I pray got aired to the road that I chose

Bruv, I'm local to home, making phones calls for dough

I implode or I blow?

But you couldn't buy my attention, its either there or not

You ever spoken to the devil? You'll lose the fear in God

He doesn't come round here, it's crazy right?

How a judge can give a life and take a life

I nearly died that night, it's crazy right?

That's why you don't get involved when they play with knives

Nah, but let me tell you about my life, I came from a family of 5

If I try to tell my story 'swear down you would cry

But all you need to know is I've lost every single man inside my life

And so I lost my way

It's like who do you follow when your time feels borrowed

And your idols gone astray? My words carry weight

It's like who do you follow when your time feels borrowed

And your idol's gone astray? And so I put my heart in my friends

Started writing bars, I was trying to be the hardest on endz'

And then we split half of the endz'

A few altercations in a week, we lost half of our friends

We was selling draws, and then-a little more

And back then all the girls in school were busy giving corn

I never had a fresh trim, I had braces

This is for them brothers in life that weren't rated

Started thinking way beyond my age when I hit 17

I had the smile of a child but a mind like I'm 23

I mean 35, I lived a dirty life

Around a bunch of man I didn't feel like Shirley's guy

And now these clowns couldn't sit with me

Literally, I stand on my own like Sicily

I've never been known for wifing hoes and twitter beef

I'm tryna' turn green and white to red like Italy

I don't need to chat shit my family's active

Madness, I've seen death like sign language

And life's so precious, I don't want wanna die so young

Real talk I don't like this pressure

Man are still beefing over endz

We don't own this land and we don't even like this weather

Man are still beefing over money and you're all broke

Outside your endz there's a life that's better

Outside your endz there's a life that's real

With a job and a wife, that's real

3 baby mums and a whip, that's fake

Leaving your kids that's fake, man you kids so lame

I shouldn't need to say what's real

This is common sense for the man who got their head set straight

I have to state the obvious, youth's move proper sick

Trust me these bars are for them mans sake

So listen, now it's like Dave man you have to blow

Cause I've seen pain like Nagato

Yeah you know my picture, you ain't never spent a day inside my camera roll

Thinking about my image, younger donnie's listen

And this message that I'm giving is so easily miss written

I wanna say, leave the beef alone and chase the figures

Man, I wanna say, leave the beef alone and chase the figures

But it's never been that simple

When you get involved with dippers

I'm leading by example, all them little nigga's on that trap wave

Jump off that is not gonna run

I don't care about how many doors you got on your car

No one cares about how much corn you got in your gun

Man they wanna hear your story, this trap ting bores me

And word to Jamal my time soon comes shortly

If you're my right hand then my beef is your beef

My vid' is your vid'- the scene can't ignore me

Cause when I turned 14, I wasn't cutting cake in a party for my B-day

I was online hitting sales like E-Bay

See music is a change, still chasing snitches

Why you lying to the jakes?

Get nicked, get a deal, then set fire to the rain

Passa is never worth it, trust me man knows

Them youths look raggo, them boy there plateaued

Died in battle, I still wonder why we had burners from young

Like Alexandre Pato

They're beefing with these low lives, for the cold nights

I'm tryna' make music my whole life

I can't do it on my own fam I won't lie

So if you're on your own grind and you don't know a bagga man

You can be my Santan Danielle or my Halli Tam

If you're on your own grind and you don't know a bagga man

You can be my Santan D--