Like oh shit, bros so violent
Brothers on the road wanna show no silence
Mothers on their own wanna show no guidance
Roll with the sirens
Like oh shit, bros so violent
Brothers on the road wanna show no silence
Mothers on their own wanna show no guidance
Roll with the sirens
Roll with the sirens, roll with the violence
Smoke and the science, coke in appliance
Phone and a licence get that dope they providing
Bros got reliance on this smoke they dividing
Stoned in the silence, alone like they Islands
Bro's so excited just got a load of supply in
Just off the phone from a client, said there's cops at his home
They tryna lock him up it frightened them both
Lights on their road, tyna hide but they can't hide for their whole life
Their own time wasted so surprised that they don't mind
Show no signs of changing they still wait by their phone lines
Selling big bags full of snow white, stepping zig zags on the roadsides
Yeah they slipped back to where they were before one of them nicked
Wouldn't wanna watch them slip
Big slap on the wrist
Just pick up then drop it off quick
Undercover got a tip
Another brudda that at risk
Another brudda gonna miss
Add another brudda to the list
Like oh shit, bros so violent
Brothers on the road wanna show no silence
Mothers on their own wanna show no guidance
Roll with the sirens
Like oh shit, bros so violent
Brothers on the road wanna show no silence
Mothers on their own wanna show no guidance
Roll with the sirens
They see the criminals robbing and pocketing, watching them profiting
So gobble up all that is visible copy and follow it, like a god they are honouring
Watch how they physically mimicking visually switching they switching appearances
Watch it condition them, watch how they listening, watch what they witnessing, what's your positioning
What's your ability, can you resist all this villainy or will you persist to the vision your told to be
Or will you be told to leave, or will you break moulds and go for your own beliefs
But nobody wanna be that bro that leaves, cus nobody wanna beef with the older league
Cus they know where your home is know your team, you'll get thrown in the ocean if you don't repeat like oh please
Give them man peace, stop giving them shit
Let a man breath, look at this kid, look what you did
Couldn't resist, couldn't resist, couldn't resist
Oh shit, look who he roll with, blown it, brudda is home sick, looking a bit
Broken, cooking a big, potion, looking a bit, bit bit bit
Frozen this man a is stuck here just tugging on motions
What is his motive, what is his focus, is he just here cus fear controls him
Does he fear emotions, do his gears need lotion
Year ago's wouldn't go near all this gear he blowing
Oh shit, oh shit
Oh, revealing all the cracked places
These rats ain't fit for the back lanes
Like oh, revealing all the trapped spaces
These rats ain't it they exact same
Like oh shit, bros so violent
Brothers on the road wanna show no silence
Mothers on their own wanna show no guidance
Roll with the sirens
With all these dickheads it's a f*cking squeeze, I wish someone would leave
Don't think you trust a friend then cut the leash
I'm kinda undersea can't understand these f*cking streets
Too many cutting man abducting man with cutlery
They try corrupt the scene, mm
Deny they f*cked perceive it different
They think their stuck caught up in gangs and claim that they victims
F*ck that that some dumb crap I ain't kidding
Ain't looking right if it looked alright then i wouldn't write what i'm spitting
Like what, f*ck a villain
Fake props, must be winning surely
Cus he dressed in nike and his wrists are wrapped in bits of jewellery
F*ck these brothers wished their lives away they living prematurely
Ride the waves to fit securely f*ck who cares they might be dead by sixteen early
Really ain't relating much, all this hates contagious but don't change me much
Man all think they safe enough, say man must think their brave and tough they dug their graves
We just waited with the spade to lay the mud, too late the dust has settled
Another name who couldn't escape the clutch
Like oh shit, bros so violent
Brothers on the road wanna show no silence
Mothers on their own wanna show no guidance
Roll with the sirens
Like oh shit, bros so violent
Brothers on the road wanna show no silence
Mothers on their own wanna show no guidance
Roll with the sirens
Like oh, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit
Like oh, revealing all the cracked places
These rats ain't fit for the back lanes
Like oh, revealing all the trapped spaces
These rats ain't it they exact same
Like oh, shit, shit, shit, shit
Like oh, shit, shit, shit, shit
Like oh, shit, shit, shit, shit
Like oh, shit, shit, shit, shit
Misha Lotto - Sirens Lyrics
Misha Lotto - Sirens Lyrics
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Like oh shit, bros so violent
Brothers on the road wanna show no silence
Mothers on their own wanna show no guidance
Roll with the sirens
Like oh shit, bros so violent
Brothers on the road wanna show no silence
Mothers on their own wanna show no guidance
Roll with the sirens
Roll with the sirens, roll with the violence
Smoke and the science, coke in appliance
Phone and a licence get that dope they providing
Bros got reliance on this smoke they dividing
Stoned in the silence, alone like they Islands
Bro's so excited just got a load of supply in
Just off the phone from a client, said there's cops at his home
They tryna lock him up it frightened them both
Lights on their road, tyna hide but they can't hide for their whole life
Their own time wasted so surprised that they don't mind
Show no signs of changing they still wait by their phone lines
Selling big bags full of snow white, stepping zig zags on the roadsides
Yeah they slipped back to where they were before one of them nicked
Wouldn't wanna watch them slip
Big slap on the wrist
Just pick up then drop it off quick
Undercover got a tip
Another brudda that at risk
Another brudda gonna miss
Add another brudda to the list
Like oh shit, bros so violent
Brothers on the road wanna show no silence
Mothers on their own wanna show no guidance
Roll with the sirens
Like oh shit, bros so violent
Brothers on the road wanna show no silence
Mothers on their own wanna show no guidance
Roll with the sirens
They see the criminals robbing and pocketing, watching them profiting
So gobble up all that is visible copy and follow it, like a god they are honouring
Watch how they physically mimicking visually switching they switching appearances
Watch it condition them, watch how they listening, watch what they witnessing, what's your positioning
What's your ability, can you resist all this villainy or will you persist to the vision your told to be
Or will you be told to leave, or will you break moulds and go for your own beliefs
But nobody wanna be that bro that leaves, cus nobody wanna beef with the older league
Cus they know where your home is know your team, you'll get thrown in the ocean if you don't repeat like oh please
Give them man peace, stop giving them shit
Let a man breath, look at this kid, look what you did
Couldn't resist, couldn't resist, couldn't resist
Oh shit, look who he roll with, blown it, brudda is home sick, looking a bit
Broken, cooking a big, potion, looking a bit, bit bit bit
Frozen this man a is stuck here just tugging on motions
What is his motive, what is his focus, is he just here cus fear controls him
Does he fear emotions, do his gears need lotion
Year ago's wouldn't go near all this gear he blowing
Oh shit, oh shit
Oh, revealing all the cracked places
These rats ain't fit for the back lanes
Like oh, revealing all the trapped spaces
These rats ain't it they exact same
Like oh shit, bros so violent
Brothers on the road wanna show no silence
Mothers on their own wanna show no guidance
Roll with the sirens
With all these dickheads it's a f*cking squeeze, I wish someone would leave
Don't think you trust a friend then cut the leash
I'm kinda undersea can't understand these f*cking streets
Too many cutting man abducting man with cutlery
They try corrupt the scene, mm
Deny they f*cked perceive it different
They think their stuck caught up in gangs and claim that they victims
F*ck that that some dumb crap I ain't kidding
Ain't looking right if it looked alright then i wouldn't write what i'm spitting
Like what, f*ck a villain
Fake props, must be winning surely
Cus he dressed in nike and his wrists are wrapped in bits of jewellery
F*ck these brothers wished their lives away they living prematurely
Ride the waves to fit securely f*ck who cares they might be dead by sixteen early
Really ain't relating much, all this hates contagious but don't change me much
Man all think they safe enough, say man must think their brave and tough they dug their graves
We just waited with the spade to lay the mud, too late the dust has settled
Another name who couldn't escape the clutch
Like oh shit, bros so violent
Brothers on the road wanna show no silence
Mothers on their own wanna show no guidance
Roll with the sirens
Like oh shit, bros so violent
Brothers on the road wanna show no silence
Mothers on their own wanna show no guidance
Roll with the sirens
Like oh, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit
Like oh, revealing all the cracked places
These rats ain't fit for the back lanes
Like oh, revealing all the trapped spaces
These rats ain't it they exact same
Like oh, shit, shit, shit, shit
Like oh, shit, shit, shit, shit
Like oh, shit, shit, shit, shit
Like oh, shit, shit, shit, shit
Brothers on the road wanna show no silence
Mothers on their own wanna show no guidance
Roll with the sirens
Like oh shit, bros so violent
Brothers on the road wanna show no silence
Mothers on their own wanna show no guidance
Roll with the sirens
Roll with the sirens, roll with the violence
Smoke and the science, coke in appliance
Phone and a licence get that dope they providing
Bros got reliance on this smoke they dividing
Stoned in the silence, alone like they Islands
Bro's so excited just got a load of supply in
Just off the phone from a client, said there's cops at his home
They tryna lock him up it frightened them both
Lights on their road, tyna hide but they can't hide for their whole life
Their own time wasted so surprised that they don't mind
Show no signs of changing they still wait by their phone lines
Selling big bags full of snow white, stepping zig zags on the roadsides
Yeah they slipped back to where they were before one of them nicked
Wouldn't wanna watch them slip
Big slap on the wrist
Just pick up then drop it off quick
Undercover got a tip
Another brudda that at risk
Another brudda gonna miss
Add another brudda to the list
Like oh shit, bros so violent
Brothers on the road wanna show no silence
Mothers on their own wanna show no guidance
Roll with the sirens
Like oh shit, bros so violent
Brothers on the road wanna show no silence
Mothers on their own wanna show no guidance
Roll with the sirens
They see the criminals robbing and pocketing, watching them profiting
So gobble up all that is visible copy and follow it, like a god they are honouring
Watch how they physically mimicking visually switching they switching appearances
Watch it condition them, watch how they listening, watch what they witnessing, what's your positioning
What's your ability, can you resist all this villainy or will you persist to the vision your told to be
Or will you be told to leave, or will you break moulds and go for your own beliefs
But nobody wanna be that bro that leaves, cus nobody wanna beef with the older league
Cus they know where your home is know your team, you'll get thrown in the ocean if you don't repeat like oh please
Give them man peace, stop giving them shit
Let a man breath, look at this kid, look what you did
Couldn't resist, couldn't resist, couldn't resist
Oh shit, look who he roll with, blown it, brudda is home sick, looking a bit
Broken, cooking a big, potion, looking a bit, bit bit bit
Frozen this man a is stuck here just tugging on motions
What is his motive, what is his focus, is he just here cus fear controls him
Does he fear emotions, do his gears need lotion
Year ago's wouldn't go near all this gear he blowing
Oh shit, oh shit
Oh, revealing all the cracked places
These rats ain't fit for the back lanes
Like oh, revealing all the trapped spaces
These rats ain't it they exact same
Like oh shit, bros so violent
Brothers on the road wanna show no silence
Mothers on their own wanna show no guidance
Roll with the sirens
With all these dickheads it's a f*cking squeeze, I wish someone would leave
Don't think you trust a friend then cut the leash
I'm kinda undersea can't understand these f*cking streets
Too many cutting man abducting man with cutlery
They try corrupt the scene, mm
Deny they f*cked perceive it different
They think their stuck caught up in gangs and claim that they victims
F*ck that that some dumb crap I ain't kidding
Ain't looking right if it looked alright then i wouldn't write what i'm spitting
Like what, f*ck a villain
Fake props, must be winning surely
Cus he dressed in nike and his wrists are wrapped in bits of jewellery
F*ck these brothers wished their lives away they living prematurely
Ride the waves to fit securely f*ck who cares they might be dead by sixteen early
Really ain't relating much, all this hates contagious but don't change me much
Man all think they safe enough, say man must think their brave and tough they dug their graves
We just waited with the spade to lay the mud, too late the dust has settled
Another name who couldn't escape the clutch
Like oh shit, bros so violent
Brothers on the road wanna show no silence
Mothers on their own wanna show no guidance
Roll with the sirens
Like oh shit, bros so violent
Brothers on the road wanna show no silence
Mothers on their own wanna show no guidance
Roll with the sirens
Like oh, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit
Like oh, revealing all the cracked places
These rats ain't fit for the back lanes
Like oh, revealing all the trapped spaces
These rats ain't it they exact same
Like oh, shit, shit, shit, shit
Like oh, shit, shit, shit, shit
Like oh, shit, shit, shit, shit
Like oh, shit, shit, shit, shit
Writer: Misha Lotto
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid