Vicious Cycle Lyrics by BRYN
Look
Do you listen?
Are you distant?
Bad cameras out but no action
That’s why man always think that they’re pressed
They post on socials cuz they live for reaction
Keep it stepping, my darling
One wrong move, you get cancelled, my darling
Shorty, shorty, I know you’re cute
I get it, but can you cook, my darling?
Anyway, I’m going to be straight up, taking them braids and then we just make up
When I’m upset, then we jump on the plane so I can see views when I wake up
Addicted to work, no days off
This when I say hard work just pays off
And yeah, I’m a fiend for the money, but I stay grounded
Anyone could just fall off
Look, make money then dip, dip
I’ve seen youngers lose it all for a chicken and stick, but seeing mommy crying, don’t appreciate they ain’t running them errands
Not for milk and bread, just bricks and finesse, but they don’t invest
Better talk on the net, but not with chest
Don’t get it
You know how to stop a vicious cycle
Next time reply with something different
Don’t pick up the phone, just go missing
They ain’t running back cuz of your visions
Behind closed doors they fishing
They don’t win
It’s deluded decisions
They mark their narcotic words on your skin and your body became an incision
And that’s that
The trust is broken
What we had can never come back
What if my shoulders now have spoken?
Can’t believe three years I put up with that
I feel so free
I might levitate
I’m trying to hold on like sellotape
And so I started to meditate, build up the strength to accelerate
I relate when Sench once said that money don’t make me lose my memory
Old teams come out of the woodwork, saying, “Brim, how come you don’t message me?”
For all the ones on me and my baby laughing, he’s watching my energy, never in jeopardy
They’ll be hating
I feel the jealousy
Fam, no way
Can’t go down that road again
Have to go burn that bridge again
Brim, why don’t you have loads of friends?
Cuz I am a loner
And I say it with chest
Had one thing even obsessed, but I had to stay away like she was Corona
One time I just keep stepping
I got to get this bread in
I’m in a different setting
All these pricks just wind your neck in
Better go and change your bedding
I’m rocking that double denim
No enough chat because you will get venom
South side of London, baby, we repping
The bop too clean when we step in
Woosh
Look, stutter when I get nervous
Still don’t fuck with friends, but that don’t really need to prove to the surface cuz my surface is unlike burgers
And I just found my purpose on purpose
They’re too busy just like a circus, calling to tank cuz I was the one that served us
Look, people will say this that
Fuck it, you know me
I’m trying to get bags, doing no F2 interact
This girl come way too smooth with a track
Fuck all the talking and bring that action
Trying to see a shade like a thumbtack
Got baddies up in the club with bottles, creasing everyone’s like dig that