Leavin by BVA Lyrics
[Hook]
I'm leaving work, leaving my bird
Take a hit of this and I'm leaving the earth
Digging in the dirt, feeling trapped
With your mind up a skirt
But a dream you won't desert
I'm leaving work, I'm leaving my bird
Take a hit of this and I'm leaving the earth
Digging in the dirt, feeling trapped
With your mind up a skirt
But a dream you won't desert
[Verse 1]
I've been a grafter
With fuck all to show for it after
Shed happiness like tears and laughter
Missus wants me to leave, but doesn't leave when I ask her
Don't call my bluff - These are my rafters
My house, my TV
I ain't creaky
You don't feed me
I work my fingers to the bone, sometimes bleeding
The sunshine's leaving, till I pick up the mic
And I finally feel like I'm breathing
Every time someone books me, work try to jook me
Sacked every month, then re-hired by the same crook (Jheez)
As the same cook, please
Playing with my emotions, I wish I could afford to leave
Cuz every week is a struggle
Come home, don't wanna cuddle
Suck my dick then scrum down for another rumble
Ain't fumbling
How I always love rap more is what you're wondering
When I pull the rug from under then bounce
[Hook]
I'm leaving work, leaving my bird
Take a hit of this and I'm leaving the earth
Digging in the dirt, feeling trapped
With your mind up a skirt
But a dream you won't desert
I'm leaving work, I'm leaving my bird
Take a hit of this and I'm leaving the earth
Digging in the dirt, feeling trapped
With your mind up a skirt
But a dream you won't desert
[Verse 2]
Flipping out at work
Mash it up at home
Hit the road
Not really knowing how the future goes
Always believe in my flows
There's a lot that didn't
And I suppose I'm supposed to say I told you so
But that's okay though
No pot of gold, no rainbows
Same bloke in the same clothes, same grey pose
Always chose music, but we have to go through it
Just to eat and get high
And there ain't much else to it
Fuck rent
Fuck jobs
Fuck bosses
Man, I left everyone
Cut my losses, fuck the profit in the end
Since making tracks with Naive
Paid for the lifted weed
Done at high speed, shouts to 30
It's never easy, trapped in the system
Benefits or grafting, hustling or persistence
It's a balance
Scales do the 28 gram challenge
Or 9 to 5 in the rat skin
[Hook]
I'm leaving work, leaving my bird
Take a hit of this and I'm leaving the earth
Digging in the dirt, feeling trapped
With your mind up a skirt
But a dream you won't desert
I'm leaving work, I'm leaving my bird
Take a hit of this and I'm leaving the earth
Digging in the dirt, feeling trapped
With your mind up a skirt
But a dream you won't desert
I'm leaving work, leaving my bird
Take a hit of this and I'm leaving the earth
Digging in the dirt, feeling trapped
With your mind up a skirt
But a dream you won't desert
I'm leaving work, I'm leaving my bird
Take a hit of this and I'm leaving the earth
Digging in the dirt, feeling trapped
With your mind up a skirt
But a dream you won't desert
[Verse 1]
I've been a grafter
With fuck all to show for it after
Shed happiness like tears and laughter
Missus wants me to leave, but doesn't leave when I ask her
Don't call my bluff - These are my rafters
My house, my TV
I ain't creaky
You don't feed me
I work my fingers to the bone, sometimes bleeding
The sunshine's leaving, till I pick up the mic
And I finally feel like I'm breathing
Every time someone books me, work try to jook me
Sacked every month, then re-hired by the same crook (Jheez)
As the same cook, please
Playing with my emotions, I wish I could afford to leave
Cuz every week is a struggle
Come home, don't wanna cuddle
Suck my dick then scrum down for another rumble
Ain't fumbling
How I always love rap more is what you're wondering
When I pull the rug from under then bounce
[Hook]
I'm leaving work, leaving my bird
Take a hit of this and I'm leaving the earth
Digging in the dirt, feeling trapped
With your mind up a skirt
But a dream you won't desert
I'm leaving work, I'm leaving my bird
Take a hit of this and I'm leaving the earth
Digging in the dirt, feeling trapped
With your mind up a skirt
But a dream you won't desert
[Verse 2]
Flipping out at work
Mash it up at home
Hit the road
Not really knowing how the future goes
Always believe in my flows
There's a lot that didn't
And I suppose I'm supposed to say I told you so
But that's okay though
No pot of gold, no rainbows
Same bloke in the same clothes, same grey pose
Always chose music, but we have to go through it
Just to eat and get high
And there ain't much else to it
Fuck rent
Fuck jobs
Fuck bosses
Man, I left everyone
Cut my losses, fuck the profit in the end
Since making tracks with Naive
Paid for the lifted weed
Done at high speed, shouts to 30
It's never easy, trapped in the system
Benefits or grafting, hustling or persistence
It's a balance
Scales do the 28 gram challenge
Or 9 to 5 in the rat skin
[Hook]
I'm leaving work, leaving my bird
Take a hit of this and I'm leaving the earth
Digging in the dirt, feeling trapped
With your mind up a skirt
But a dream you won't desert
I'm leaving work, I'm leaving my bird
Take a hit of this and I'm leaving the earth
Digging in the dirt, feeling trapped
With your mind up a skirt
But a dream you won't desert