sterling's finest - Leyma

PART I

Can I nick a riz' and fiz' mate?

'Bout to jump on the train

To the city where it’s busy, I can engage

In the pretty ugly love that I have for this place

In the pretty ugly love that I have for this place

Yet I’ve heard that time don’t wait for no man

Remember you’re alone

Third person versions of a romance

They’re knackered as the day is young

As the day is done

So would you pass the lighter, my man

He keeps a pouch

Inside that left breast pocket, now

Beside his heart

Sparked an interest since she came about

He keeps a pouch

30 grams of Sterling’s finest, now

A bit ironic

Lost his logic

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