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Kojaque - CABRA DRIVE Lyrics



Kojaque - CABRA DRIVE Lyrics
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"Chuckle Brothers, what, did you say that? Shut up"
"You know the Chuckle Brothers?"
"Awww mate you're going back to my childhood-"

Days like this I have you thinkin' bout them fellas in the past
Used to f*ck up the estate, send me runnin' to my Ma
I was that big mouth youngfla, never had a plan
Gave me something to escape, guess I have them boys to thank
You could catch me on the corner, keepy-uppies with the lads
Biking down the cul-de-sac, tryna take off both my hands
Fistycuffin', stop at nothing just to be the f*ckin' man
Only way we could relate, guess you had to grow up fast
Eyeing up the local cutie, tryna get into her pants
Too afraid to drop my own, man, I know she's gonna laugh
Guess a lot has f*ckin' changed, look at where the f*ck I am
Every summer was forever but that shit didn't ever last
We were
Growin', too fast
Doing anything just to not be in your Ma's
Throwing pebbles off the windows of the gaffs
Knockin' for the lads
Never ran from nothing but a badge

We were
Growin', too fast
Doing anything just to not be in your Ma's
Throwing pebbles off the windows of the gaffs
Knockin' for the lads
Never ran from nothing but a badge, we were

Where you at?
Karma, I think we been too nice
Switch it up

Wait a minute, wait a minute

Took the boy out of the city
Put the city on the map
Yeah, I been around the globe
Took it home and fed the fam
Coulda died a couple times
But I'll never be my Da
Nah, I'm never satisfied
Till the world is in my hands
Used to hate the whole estate
Windows always gettin' smashed
Crimbo presents gettin' knicked
Gettin' f*cked into a van
Heard your Da's in a box
Askin' when he's coming back?
Then your Ma'd break the news
And ya wish ya hadn't asked
It'd be
Hard not to get hardened
Juice from the carton
Blood on the footpath
Another one startin'
Lads on horseback
Modern day Spartans
Soldiers in Trojans
And stains on the carpet
Uh, too fast
Doing anything just to not be in your Ma's
Throwin' pebbles off the windows of the gaffs
Knockin' for the lads
Never ran from nothing but a badge

We were
Growin', too fast
Doing anything just to not be in your Ma's
Throwin' pebbles off the windows of the gaffs
Knockin' for the lads
Never ran from nothing but a badge
Enough said like yup
Enough said like yup
Enough said like yup

"So you're honestly from Dublin?"
"Yeah"
"Do you live here or are you just here for holiday?"
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"Chuckle Brothers, what, did you say that? Shut up"
"You know the Chuckle Brothers?"
"Awww mate you're going back to my childhood-"

Days like this I have you thinkin' bout them fellas in the past
Used to f*ck up the estate, send me runnin' to my Ma
I was that big mouth youngfla, never had a plan
Gave me something to escape, guess I have them boys to thank
You could catch me on the corner, keepy-uppies with the lads
Biking down the cul-de-sac, tryna take off both my hands
Fistycuffin', stop at nothing just to be the f*ckin' man
Only way we could relate, guess you had to grow up fast
Eyeing up the local cutie, tryna get into her pants
Too afraid to drop my own, man, I know she's gonna laugh
Guess a lot has f*ckin' changed, look at where the f*ck I am
Every summer was forever but that shit didn't ever last
We were
Growin', too fast
Doing anything just to not be in your Ma's
Throwing pebbles off the windows of the gaffs
Knockin' for the lads
Never ran from nothing but a badge

We were
Growin', too fast
Doing anything just to not be in your Ma's
Throwing pebbles off the windows of the gaffs
Knockin' for the lads
Never ran from nothing but a badge, we were

Where you at?
Karma, I think we been too nice
Switch it up

Wait a minute, wait a minute

Took the boy out of the city
Put the city on the map
Yeah, I been around the globe
Took it home and fed the fam
Coulda died a couple times
But I'll never be my Da
Nah, I'm never satisfied
Till the world is in my hands
Used to hate the whole estate
Windows always gettin' smashed
Crimbo presents gettin' knicked
Gettin' f*cked into a van
Heard your Da's in a box
Askin' when he's coming back?
Then your Ma'd break the news
And ya wish ya hadn't asked
It'd be
Hard not to get hardened
Juice from the carton
Blood on the footpath
Another one startin'
Lads on horseback
Modern day Spartans
Soldiers in Trojans
And stains on the carpet
Uh, too fast
Doing anything just to not be in your Ma's
Throwin' pebbles off the windows of the gaffs
Knockin' for the lads
Never ran from nothing but a badge

We were
Growin', too fast
Doing anything just to not be in your Ma's
Throwin' pebbles off the windows of the gaffs
Knockin' for the lads
Never ran from nothing but a badge
Enough said like yup
Enough said like yup
Enough said like yup

"So you're honestly from Dublin?"
"Yeah"
"Do you live here or are you just here for holiday?"
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Writer: Clifton Curtis, Kevin Smith, Maurice Young, Sam Knowles
Copyright: Lyrics © EPM MUSIC USA LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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