The Glaziers by The Manor Lyrics
[Intro: Scotty Stacks]
Oi Spencer man, stop smokin weed bruv
I'm telling you like, the times come like
You gotta give it up one day
[Verse: Scotty Stacks]
Stare into the bottom of my glass whilst questioning the past
Can't help but wonder why it didn't last
Did it even ever have a chance
And could my life be different if this shit had never moved so fast
Too much emotion to express in couple bars
I'd rather hit a couple bars and down a couple dozen jars
Try tell myself no regrets
Then I look into the mirror and ask are you having a fucking laugh
Dunno if karma's gonna let me hit the chart
Plus I'll never sell my soul for a seven-figure advance
Aim high, on point triple twenty with my dart back
Doubles on the black, South London on the map
Best at FIFA, see the chip leader with the stacks
Defend my team like Sascha Riether at the back
Fully ham, move quietly on it since primary
There, for any rivalry, my people can rely on me
Bleed red and blue, Eagle 'til I'm deaded
Smile at all my funerals and cry at all the weddings
Critics I can handle but lies are what I'm dreading
This amnesia's what I'm getting 'cos it's helping me forgetting
Eyes wide shut until the valium are set in
My life's a paradox, I'm the truth
But I blag a lot tryna figure out if I'm mad or not
Spent more nights round my fucking table than Camelot
And now I'm catting 'cos the fuckin packet's lost
You've had it Scott, might as well sack it off
I swear my life's six one or half a dozen
All I want is peace of mind if you ain't got it you've got nuttin'
But if you think I'm giving up you must be buzzin'
Keep it in the family on the buttons, got my cousin
Flows so cold got 'em thinking I'm a Russian
Do it independent fuck a label I don't truss 'em
[Chorus: Jonny Dutch]
Can take my money but them can't take my morals
Break me today and I'll be stronger tomorrow
I do my ting and then I'm gone like Zorro
If life sucks then that bitch better swallow
Can take my money but them can't take my morals
Break me today and I'll be stronger tomorrow
I do my ting and then I'm gone like Zorro
If life sucks then that bitch better swallow
[Outro: Jonny Dutch & Scotty Stacks]
Bitch better swallow
Bitch better swallow
Yoooo
Yoooo
Me know say then the bitch better swallow
Bitch better swallow
Yoooo Yoooo
Yoooo Whaaat
Bloodclart
Bloodclart
Scotty boi
Jonny boi
Yah kill dem wid dis tune ya kna
Killed it fi dem man
Rasclart
Bumbaclart
Pussyclart
A wah di bloodclart do dem
Hmmm
Oi Spencer man, stop smokin weed bruv
I'm telling you like, the times come like
You gotta give it up one day
[Verse: Scotty Stacks]
Stare into the bottom of my glass whilst questioning the past
Can't help but wonder why it didn't last
Did it even ever have a chance
And could my life be different if this shit had never moved so fast
Too much emotion to express in couple bars
I'd rather hit a couple bars and down a couple dozen jars
Try tell myself no regrets
Then I look into the mirror and ask are you having a fucking laugh
Dunno if karma's gonna let me hit the chart
Plus I'll never sell my soul for a seven-figure advance
Aim high, on point triple twenty with my dart back
Doubles on the black, South London on the map
Best at FIFA, see the chip leader with the stacks
Defend my team like Sascha Riether at the back
Fully ham, move quietly on it since primary
There, for any rivalry, my people can rely on me
Bleed red and blue, Eagle 'til I'm deaded
Smile at all my funerals and cry at all the weddings
Critics I can handle but lies are what I'm dreading
This amnesia's what I'm getting 'cos it's helping me forgetting
Eyes wide shut until the valium are set in
My life's a paradox, I'm the truth
But I blag a lot tryna figure out if I'm mad or not
Spent more nights round my fucking table than Camelot
And now I'm catting 'cos the fuckin packet's lost
You've had it Scott, might as well sack it off
I swear my life's six one or half a dozen
All I want is peace of mind if you ain't got it you've got nuttin'
But if you think I'm giving up you must be buzzin'
Keep it in the family on the buttons, got my cousin
Flows so cold got 'em thinking I'm a Russian
Do it independent fuck a label I don't truss 'em
[Chorus: Jonny Dutch]
Can take my money but them can't take my morals
Break me today and I'll be stronger tomorrow
I do my ting and then I'm gone like Zorro
If life sucks then that bitch better swallow
Can take my money but them can't take my morals
Break me today and I'll be stronger tomorrow
I do my ting and then I'm gone like Zorro
If life sucks then that bitch better swallow
[Outro: Jonny Dutch & Scotty Stacks]
Bitch better swallow
Bitch better swallow
Yoooo
Yoooo
Me know say then the bitch better swallow
Bitch better swallow
Yoooo Yoooo
Yoooo Whaaat
Bloodclart
Bloodclart
Scotty boi
Jonny boi
Yah kill dem wid dis tune ya kna
Killed it fi dem man
Rasclart
Bumbaclart
Pussyclart
A wah di bloodclart do dem
Hmmm