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Asking Questions

2:23grime Album PTSD 2 2025-11-14

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Description

Producer: Eight8

Producer: Yjay

Composer Lyricist: Young Adz

Composer Lyricist: Dirtbike LB

Lyrics and translation

Original

We stick out the crowd, we feel like a star, I'm Lupe

I bought her Rimowa, tryna fit you inside of the suitcase

I put it in your mouth and the white coming out like toothpaste

She held me down, had to go and figure out a new way

I be asking questions so it's hard for me

It's the streets that got me fucked up, so it's part of me

And the money keep on coming so it's kosher

I just wanna write a letter to my soldier

Streets got me fucking up right now

The streets got me fucked up right now

Half of my niggas inside now

So half of these bitches are coming in right now

Mixing my wocky like right now

Turnеd a bit fucked up but I've got alright now

Twin got the doublе like pipe now

Twin FN and I ain't gonna fight now

Codeine make me wo-worse, I mumbled my verse

I think these streets done made me cursed

These streets done made me worse

This perccy, perccy, perc, it's fuck you, pay me first

She fucking toxic, buy her the Birkin made it work

I told her lies, "I ain't got whores"

I bought a Ferrari, I needed a horse

I bought you two Rollies, you keep them, of course

I'd fuck your friend, I ain't showing remorse

Weren't this love language, so fuck this shit

Let me talk some Chinese

Way too lit for the IG, how can I post when they want me on my knees?

Might catch a M and fly to the island like, "Can somebody find me?"

Minor offence but he's still on the run in Dubai like

"Somebody find me"

I be asking questions so it's hard for me

It's the streets that got me fucked up, so it's part of me

And the money keep on coming so it's kosher

I just wanna write a letter to my soldier

Streets got me fucked up right now

So high, ring me, I can't type now

All of this bankroll turned her dyke now

VVS made me her type, type

My mind got my eyes on a Judas

Fuck your lies, I reside where the truth is

Ladder on me like a nigga been roofing

South London ting, but she boujie

Sometimes I feel life's a maze

You can run and live or die and be brave

RM, mummy looking at Big B's grave

I ain't cracked a smile in days

When you die, that love just fades

Hurts when you find out that a close one's fake

'Cause God knows, I never woulda dealt with you the same

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