Joe James – OBE (Lyrics & Video)

OBE – Joe James Lyrics

Bum man, hide that body, tch, like a Marley ting

Or like a ting, Amen for everything

They like, "Bomba, he is him," send out a text on my EE SIM

RS3 with a window tint, if I wind that down, just pray and sprint

Dark as fuck with a cheeky grin

Man, play with a ting, get your GG chinned

Ayy, hand on my sword, I'm slicin' the shoulders, I put the OBE on him

Said he's a big man in the England, only God can save the King (Tch)

Know I can't lose to the when I'm beatin' season ting

Don't step there, it's a treason ting

Watch hat, I ain't really tryna reason with him

All purpose, and my mind in drive, Ferrari the same colour seasonin'

Interior, I'm going Paprika, but salt and pepper was all I need

Bеfore I trick, she give mе the treat 'cause she already know my sleeve

I've already shown my hand, she know I'm a stand up man

If the money go in one direction, then I gotta break up the bands

The sweets comin' this way, that way, spray millions, get

I need this one, I need that one, wait, nah, just give me a bag of each

Pull in a china shop, when my indigo denim is actually Japanese

Smoke trees and I get in my and I think, and I think, I think I'm Socrates

They must be smokin' rice, that Uncle Ben, tried step to my family

He must be smokin' dubs like Dappy,

You must be smokin' spice tryna get close to one of mine

Two hands when I'm rollin' dice, and the other one bowling, I catch a strike

I'm livin' the life of Pablo, soon as I speed, they wanna take my stripes

I'm the man of my people, name on the mantle, so I gotta pay that price

I see them, boy there goin' on both, so I gotta shake 'em twice

One by one, I could take down twelve, start with the

I could sit down and watch my birth, they still wanna show me life

I could sit down with God himself, he's still gonna show me right

Yeah, uh, they never learned right from wrong

Till you write them off and their life is gone (It's gone)

On the 125, I'm gone, with a black blade there, and the white Nikes on

You can't ride 'round here, you'll get pulled, like, rudeboy, where'd you get that license from? (I can't)

The big John come nice and long, money long, don't care if you like my song

Like, bum man, hide that body, tch, like a Marley ting

Or like a ting, Amen for everything

They like, "Bomba, he is him," send out a text on my EE SIM

Urus free with a window tint, if I wind that down, just pray and sprint

Dark as fuck with a cheeky grin

Man, come 'round here, get your GG chinned

Huh, like a Marley ting, yeah

Or like a ting, Amen for everything

Urus free with a window tint, if I wind that down, just pray and sprint