Letra Golden brown Skepta

Golden brown

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Yeah, yeah, the boys are back in town
Yeah, the boys are back in town
She's addicted to the melanin
Golden brown, golden brown
It's funny how the tables turn around
She told me to leave, she's missin' me now
Operator,'turn?up'the sound
Mix me'down, mix me'down

I told the workers you could see it in my eyes
That I got shottas in the town, then prayin' for the lines demise
Took the roof off the coupe, let's see the sky
They thought I'm sweet and I'm a rapper, let it sky
I told my nigga no ticks, the cats have got to pay the price
They stabbed my nigga, we takin' lives
I'm tryna buy you some Chanels, whats your size?, yeah
Tell my plug I'd buy the bricks, what's the price? Yeah
We took the wave to the masses, we felt the wave of pride
I eat that puss through your zipper, I swear them Balmains tight
Yeah, I done some wrongs, I ain't make it right, yeah
If we say we killed a nigga then he took a flight
Arguin' with bro, he say, "Why you bein' a dyke?" Yeah
Hundred K off my Nike Airs, all off of the white, yeah
She stay 'round the woodie like she need a lightyear
Lookin' for me in my town, bro, I'm right here

Yeah, yeah, the boys are back in town
Yeah, the boys are back in town
She's addicted to the melanin
Golden brown, golden brown
It's funny how the tables turn around
She told me to leave, she's missin' me now
Operator, turn up the sound
Mix me down, mix me down

Youngers want my spot and couple olders hate me
Cos, I ain't goin bald or grey, I'm young and wavy
Brokes somethin' I don't wanna ever be
If you don't spend some P, the shit you'll never see
Power of the mind, uh, young, black, and bust
Quick when most kids wear handcuffs before cuff links
Three-piece suit, I look like someone's husband
Don't let the suit fool ya, I don't cuff links
Naked white women, villa with my niggies
Chattin' to this chick, like, "How much was your titties?"
She starin' at my Cuban, jewelry ain't a biggie
I'm glorious, notorious up in my city (baby, baby)
Wooly in the winter 'cause the streets cold
But I don't run with sheep, this here is three goats
Ain't another trio that could test the guys
Them man there can't even last the test of time

Yeah, yeah, the boys are back in town
Yeah, the boys are back in town
She's addicted to the melanin
Golden brown, golden brown
It's funny how the tables turn around
She told me to leave, she's missin' me now
Operator, turn up the sound
Mix me down, mix me down

I know you heard the "he say and the she say"
Heard I keep the sweets on me like it's cheat day
Niggas in Paris, I'm outcast, feel like three K
Double R, whippin' on the Champs-Elysees
Just made another milli', big business, this ain't nothin' silly
Sittin' front row, got my brothers with me
And when you see a real nigga, better take a picture
Said I ain't a Top Boy?, man, I beg to differ
Takin' selfies with my air hostess
Bags checked in, still, I can't take no check
I grew up in the trenches, feelin' like I'm so blessed
Couldn't walk in my shoes, could never take those steps, uh
Killed the game, lights out like it's bed time
Came a long way from the yellow bricks and the petty crime
They said we can't smoke backstage
And I told 'em, "Take time when you're talkin' to the headline"

Yeah, yeah, the boys are back in town
Yeah, the boys are back in town
She's addicted to the melanin
Golden brown, golden brown
It's funny how the tables turn around
She told me to leave, she's missin' me now
Operator, turn up the sound
Mix me down, mix me down

This is a public service announcement
I'm just here to let you know the boys are back in town
And this will never stop, because cream always rises to the top