Deep Blues

[Verse 1: Kano]

Now we're fucking rapping for fashion

More infatuated with Ferraris and Astons

I'm not Martin, but crown me the king of just blacking

Out on this disc of plastic

But hidden in these flows is undeniable passion

Never worked a day in my life, all I know is rap

Life's had bigger submissions but I won't tap

The people's done with the fiction, now they want fact

Go underground, but mind the gap

Trap, trap, trap, now everybody's trapping

And it sounds like trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap

'Bout that life, but are you really 'bout it

When them white rocks steal your uncle

And they just won't give him back?

Ain't seen ever, just come out of prison

I just hope that he ain't using, that the truth will beg to differ

Life can get really, really real

Life can get really, really real

[Chorus: Damon Albarn]

Deep, deep blues

Deep, deep blues

Deep, deep blues

Deep, deep blues (Oh-oh-oh)

[Verse 2: Kano, Damon Albarn]

Very bad news, just found out that my bredrin's mum's got cancer

While I'm online looking at back shots of the week (Deep, deep blues)

Soph's mum's ill, might need an operation

And I'm online looking at Rolexes, it's not that time

Billy lost a baby, that shit fucking pains me

And all I lost's a gram, popping bottles and a day's sleep

Nanan's husband died, such is life (Fuck)

White rum, nine night (Deep, deep blues)

Money, money, money, that's what the yout man worship

It's the devil and he's working… hard

But karma is a mother, and you can't keep dodging bullets

Lesson learned, suggest you take it and... run

'Cause when you're sitting in a cell, just had an altercation

And the victim's in a coma, if he dies, we're going jail

Life just got really, really real

Life just got so fucking real

[Chorus: Damon Albarn, Kano]

Deep, deep blues

Deep, deep blues

(Life just got so fucking real)

Deep, deep blues

Deep, deep blues (Oh-oh-oh)

[Verse 3: Kano, Damon Albarn]

Alarm snoozed, I'm in a melancholic mood

Last night, we boozed

How am I spending them pinkies and got the blues? (Deep, deep blues)

When I'm not hard labouring by eating fruits

Why don't I celebrate wins but hate to lose?

Glass half empty even though it's rosé Krug

And when the shoe's on the other foot

They'll say at least they're spanking new (Deep, deep blues)

So without a bruise, you won't see the pain I'm going through

Sometimes, I feel like every day it's Monday blues