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Bashy - Sticky (lyric video)

Bashy - Sticky (lyric video) NEW ALBUM 'BEING POOR IS EXPENSIVE' OUT NOW - https://pias.ffm.to/4vzbqr Head to Bashy's store - https://bashy.com/ Follow Bashy: Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/bashy?igsh=... Twitter: https://x.com/bashy?s=21&t=ep-VSLY37R... TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@bashy?_t=8ns9... Lyrics: [Young Bashy] Selecta, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s (laughs) how many lyrics, yeah, let’s go let’s go, let’s go, yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah, okay made mistakes in life, no regrets gotta live with that, no DJ can’t spin it back, no refunds can’t bring it back, people don’t wanna see you grow, always bringing up this and that, stand in my truth I live in that, when man’s in their feelings give dem facts, helped man when they were on their face, when they’re down they were giving thanks, when they’re up wanna shit on that and forget gotta cheek I’ll give em that, cross man once then that is that, once mans trust is gone, then man’s trust is gone you’re unlikely to win it back, man’s unkindly to sycophants, man’s in Hollywood getting bank, ayo, it used to be Scratch-BashyScratch-Scratch-Bashy-Scratch-Ba Scratch-Ba-Ba now man’s spitting crack, whipping this whipping that, wrist is this, the crib is mad, at the time couldn’t picture that, I thought I’d be dead by 20, life when living black, I wrote Black Boys at 21, no i wasn’t a hit or smash, but that shit be sounding like some sort of premonition now when you listen back, I wasn’t in the kitchen whipping crack, wasn’t on the mains with the wap, I wasn’t going cunch and in the trap, frustrated I was feeling trapped, I gave CVs to JD Sports, I gave my CV’s into GAP plus more not one of them hit me up, drove the bus Ruislip to Mill Hill and back, Mill Hill and back, Mill Hill and back, Mill Hill and back, Mill Hill and back, I could’ve swore down I was going mad, one time got so tired crashed, I grew up in a council estate a little flat, didn’t even have enough space to swing a cat, no matter how rich you get you ain’t forgetting that, even if they use the neuralyzer from Men in Black, they were many times when I never had a grand, now when I buy sutten nice I feel bad, traumatised by the times when I never had, then reminded I’m a n***er every level that I’m at. It’s more money more options, more money more nonsense, more money less trivial shit more complexed problems more money more, look, more money more yo, more money more watching, more money more wanting, no one gave when I wanted, survivors guilt on my conscience, so I give but I was still broke when Dizzee made Bonkers, going bonkers, my account in minus, I was at the cash point drawing out fivers, you got no fucking idea how that time was, man were getting theirs, I’d been grinding for years, I was wondering where mine was, Mum was sick she had death in her breast I was thinking why mine God? had to go through this to get to there, go through that to get to here, only answering to God, don’t even answer questionnaires, cut from different cloth I’m self-aware, I’ve conquered issues, conquered fears, it took blood, sweat, loads of tears, but I’ve believed ever since I wore the B’s in my ears, I got my white mates like, core blimey Ash, you’re doing well mate fucking ‘ell, dreams can come true that’s Gabrielle, fuck the dough I do it for the culture just to do Top Boy I turnt down M’s like Dave Chappelle, you can ask my agent Craig Shapiro, you can ask my agent Deborah Willey, my integrity ain’t for sale, sometimes you just gotta take the L, that could’ve been a major fail but wasn’t, the next year I made double to that shit you gotta have big bollocks, that’s why I’m in first class my legs dem spread out eating olives, I’m a council flat yout in a tracksuit but they greet man, Mr Thomas, ain’t gotta show it if you got it, pay myself that’s a selfie, no pictures keep it modest, Damon Idris with this profit, I built this shit me, brick by brick, that’s what being on job is, no freebies make em pay, pay respect and pay homage. Ladies and gentlemen this train terminates here. All change please. Sticky was written by Thomas Mackenzie Bell and Ashley Thomas Produced by Toddla T and Bashy Vocals by Bashy Engineered by Toddla T Recorded at Steeze Factory, London, UK Mixed by Adam Wren Mastered by Joker Published by BMG Music Publishing and Downtown Music UK Limited (PRS) and Downtown DLJ Songs (ASCAP). All rights reserved and administered by Downtown Music UK Limited (PRS) and Downtown DLJ Songs (ASCAP). Sample Information: “Sticky” by Bashy contains a sample of “Triplets 2” performed by Sticky used courtesy of Perpetuity. Written and composed by Richard Forbes. Used with kind permission, all rights reserved