Omega by Asa (UK) Lyrics
[Intro: MIK]
You know sometimes
You look in the mirror
And you reflect?
[Verse: MIK]
Hate is a strong word, why did I say that?
I don't hate you, why did I say that?
I was angry, call that payback
Now your dad's on my phone giving me bare grief
Oh well, guess he wants payback
I don't care, my heart's too cold and rare
Don't try make out that you don't really care
Where you're from, life's all good round here
Where I'm from, beef's all over the air
Pressure, like my [?] war for the year
Since primary, so many people have died in my life
But I still ain't shed one tear
Get one thing clear, I'm a soldier
Legend, older, stripe on shoulder
Move over
Ain't gonna lie, I made things worse
So, here it is: my verse
My dad told me I was born with a gift
So why does it feel like a curse?
No point putting in work for the fame
If you ain't done no groundwork
Music, money, girls, raves
Without these things, I'm going berserk
Hold tight Roma, hold tight Turk
My son was born April 23rd
When he grows up, I know he'll hear this verse
Better listen and learn
If not, get caught in the trap and burn
Take the right turn
I remember when I got stabbed in my leg
Felt like I was getting [?] to the head
Running round with the olders
Getting gassed up on a stolen ped, what's next?
Let me show you the levs
Round here, we don't talk to the feds
Plan B weren't part of the plan
That's why there's so many Zs
You know sometimes
You look in the mirror
And you reflect?
[Verse: MIK]
Hate is a strong word, why did I say that?
I don't hate you, why did I say that?
I was angry, call that payback
Now your dad's on my phone giving me bare grief
Oh well, guess he wants payback
I don't care, my heart's too cold and rare
Don't try make out that you don't really care
Where you're from, life's all good round here
Where I'm from, beef's all over the air
Pressure, like my [?] war for the year
Since primary, so many people have died in my life
But I still ain't shed one tear
Get one thing clear, I'm a soldier
Legend, older, stripe on shoulder
Move over
Ain't gonna lie, I made things worse
So, here it is: my verse
My dad told me I was born with a gift
So why does it feel like a curse?
No point putting in work for the fame
If you ain't done no groundwork
Music, money, girls, raves
Without these things, I'm going berserk
Hold tight Roma, hold tight Turk
My son was born April 23rd
When he grows up, I know he'll hear this verse
Better listen and learn
If not, get caught in the trap and burn
Take the right turn
I remember when I got stabbed in my leg
Felt like I was getting [?] to the head
Running round with the olders
Getting gassed up on a stolen ped, what's next?
Let me show you the levs
Round here, we don't talk to the feds
Plan B weren't part of the plan
That's why there's so many Zs