Slowthai - Ladies Lyrics
[Verse 1]Lines don't loose sleep of lipping in the sheetNothing seems real 'till it lands at your feetWe all pay bills, I've got gaps in my teethThey never gave me luck, they're just gaps in my teethI smile a lot; why not?Fan girls getting eyed up, it's best to keep your eyes shutToo nice to keep my eyes offThat's fresh Kate, hands offCrush grapes and bake offI always take days offPraying that it pays offStereotype me, that's a wasterSee myself like a Baidar, never been a fakerBaby boy from the manger, east midlands popperPocker think I'm selling A-classWent to see a doctor, he said my life was made upWhat you do with no options?Like a squirrel for an acorn, pulling out my hairI ain't getting no payrollsSearching for gold at the end of the rainbowI'm at a yellow brick road, doing up angelTell her do it 'cus I said soInvade your kingI ain't trying to get a bay raw, life a sinCan you give the boy a halo?Can you give the boy a blight?I'm just tryna get by, always told me liesNow they stood outside, praying at demiseI'm an eagle flying, throught the brease, they chat I glideLike steez I'm T-sus ChristThey nice, when I'm twice as niceNow your girl's crookingNow your mumsy niceNow your girl's crookingNow your mumsy nice[Hook]This one's for the ladies'Cus they have our babiesAnd they drive us crazyBut they made us menThis one's for the ladies'Cus they have our babiesAnd they drive us crazyBut they made us men[Verse 2]Thorn in my foot, no one helped me outIm not unpure, neither good, like thats not allowedI tried talking to God, can you help me out?Never got a response, only asked as a childBeen unsure on trial, I'm sure that ill walk this outCaught this flight, deja vu, already lived this lifeSo the path that I'm on yeah, this one's mineNo more sleepNo more linesNo more breachin'No more finesNo more tackAnd no more nightsIn on the curfew, early nightsNo more jobseekersNo more teamleaders, who ain't been leadersNo more swinging out fightsEverybody swinging out nice, like nobody diesBut it's scumbag seasonI'll come back when no come back neededMan like lil' Jo I'm squeezingProlly smoke more I'm leaning8 year old's blow bags breathingNowadays cognac sippingBack then? Scumpy sippingLamborgini, never walk a breenyGot a fam like AveryxThey sell, they sell shore for flavorsI wouldn't sell myself out for a dough and acresI want a wife that's graciousAnd we can get a yard that's big in barbadosI appreciate queens 'cus they made usI'll prolly see what's your fragrence, tasting like badiesPut me in a spell like seanceShelter when it's rainy, Bob Marley, what's your preferenceYeah, this one's for theYeah, this one's for theYeah, this one's for the[Hook]This one's for the ladies'Cus they have our babiesAnd they drive us crazyBut they made us menThis one's for the ladies'Cus they have our babiesYeah they drive us crazyBut they made us menBrr
