On Paper
Merky ACE * Track #5 On Catch up, Vol 4
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On Paper Lyrics
Faze Miyake
[Hook]
I'm on paper like Charles Darwin
And it's bad people that man parred with
Fight and die and we don't speak
And that was long before we heard Dun Talkin
Clear glasses, smart trousers, shirt
Chase the gwolla, not blouse and skirt
Still uckers badders, need eight to please me
While Queen Elizabeth's my WCE
My pagans wanna sign a peace treaty
Anyway possible before they see me
She says she love me but I love me more
Wouldn't trust me with this rusty fork
Why you buy your jewellery just to tuck it for?
You came to war me, why you ducking for?
Fuck the opps, fuck the law
Money, girls, guns, cars, drugs galore
[Verse 1]
But I smoke, gassed
And I'm so frats
I know plenty of times we had no light and no gas
We were so brass
No silver spoon, we took gold chaps
We don't sprint t'ru, we do whole laps
In them new builds and them old flats
Give 'em smoke, no blowbacks
Give 'em smoke, no incense stick
I don't need no incentive
I don't need no pep talk
Man skr-skrt or tek walk
Got the runs and can't find your key
Yeah you shitted right on your doorstep
Grab the mop and I'll come and sort it
He was being extra on the airways
'Til he got sent into orbit
Get fresh, I won't stand for it
Contraband, I'm the man for it
When I brukked him up, his nan saw it
Man's hard [?] and lawless
Star sign Aries but I brang a Taurus
Joog man then I wrote a verse
You love tell lies on your chorus
[?] stains like the gift wrapped with ribbon
Ride tinted so I stay hidden
Different day, I'm on the same mission
Sunrise, I've gotta go get it
Sunset so creep with the villains
Me and [?] got the same vision
Can't take the heat, get out the kitchen
If money can mek I'ma mek the trek
Could've been Mars or Pluto
Turn a Grizzly to a gummy bear when I roll to your gates like Ludo
Kick down your pitney's Lego and Duplo
Tattoo your face with the bottom of my shoe sole
[Hook]
I'm on paper like Charles Darwin
And it's bad people that man parred with
Fight and die and we don't speak
And that was long before we heard Dun Talkin
Clear glasses, smart trousers, shirt
Chase the gwolla, not blouse and skirt
Still uckers badders, need eight to please me
While Queen Elizabeth's my WCE
My pagans wanna sign a peace treaty
Anyway possible before they see me
She says she love me but I love me more
Wouldn't trust me with this rusty fork
Why you buy your jewellery just to tuck it for?
You came to war me, why you ducking for?
Fuck the opps, fuck the law
Money, girls, guns, cars, drugs galore
[Verse 2]
I'm on paper like Matthew Bolton, James Watts and Adam Smith
It's got me on the frontline like Aaron Smith
ACE serving [?]
These bankrolls are panty-dampeners
And these shells are horns, not antlers
Share the light, I won't give her bread, give her sausage and bounce
He don't want war but it don't matter
Stand in a bashment, get [?] to Ragga
Thought my [?] was crazy cold but [?] is a fucking mazza
Reloaded on the Rita Ora, tryna reload on some Maya Jama
Nine jam, I tap tap the blammer
Would've never happened with a spanner
Spin spin like Eddy Gordo
ACE [?]
Better yet, Kintaro and Goro
All these arms violate, it will happen
Paint the floor like [?]
Art Atack blud, not paint splashing
Chill time with this cheek clapping
Faze lined it up and told me to pattern
Finish her and then I pass the baton
She been tryna fill the void ever since
Uber driver wants five stars 'cause he's got an AUX but he ain't got tapes
Can't chance it, call a Addie Lee
If I've gotta transport the brukkie ting
Ain't a shark, you'll drown in the blue
Give a fuck about a rubber ring?
I'm a hellion with some dirty traits
Man bruk it down and then percolate
Opps drive past me and turn away
Gyal arch it up, she gon' learn today
You would've thought that it was Thursday
The way she throwing back her lower vertebrae
Skeet skeet, then I skate
Used to serve them for the [?]
[Hook]
I'm on paper like Charles Darwin
And it's bad people that man parred with
Fight and die and we don't speak
And that was long before we heard Dun Talkin
Clear glasses, smart trousers, shirt
Chase the gwolla, not blouse and skirt
Still uckers badders, need eight to please me
While Queen Elizabeth's my WCE
My pagans wanna sign a peace treaty
Anyway possible before they see me
She says she love me but I love me more
Wouldn't trust me with this rusty fork
Why you buy your jewellery just to tuck it for?
You came to war me, why you ducking for?
Fuck the opps, fuck the law
Money, girls, guns, cars, drugs galore
On Paper Q&A
Who wrote On Paper's ?
On Paper was written by Merky ACE.
Who produced On Paper's ?
On Paper was produced by Faze Miyake.