HIM Lyrics by Bugzy Malone
Somewhere
Somewhere
Somewhere
Somewhere
Look
They say it’s lonely at the top, but he was lonely on the block
When you’re chilling on the road, nobody warns you of the cost
When your friends become your frenemies, you really have to watch
And you really need your diligence
You really need to clock
He’s got the devil in his soul
The hells of a rose fall down when it rains too heavy and it’s cold
I done fallen off so much there’s metal in my bones
There’s sorrow in my voice infiltrating my flow
They say he fallen from the sky
Me, I seen him different
He was friendly with my sister, so I seen him as my guy
And I can see him now, he’s fly
Tracksuit bottoms, he had gloves made out of cotton
Bally tilted to the side
I’m not even going to try to explain the way he used to spit game
It’s like he could get deep into your mind and manipulate her or fabricate her
His brother used to chop, man
He was an amputee
He had the kind of energy you couldn’t help reciprocating
One day on the block with him would end up hella devastating
And I mean stolen vehicles going through a red like it’s a green light
He shouted, “Build a spliff,” I said, “You’re not talking to me, right?”
The man them on the back seat was shaking in the meantime
And I’m not going to lie, I was a Blue Slims and a cheese guy
Grinder with me, but I wasn’t grinding
I was too high
I seen him check the rear view mirror
There was blue lights
He told me I should drive and started climbing onto my side
Now I’m in the driver’s seat just trying not to die
And I can drive, but I’m not the kind of driver that can slide
But the way I’m hitting corners, I was flying side to side
I didn’t know it was him
I didn’t look close enough to see the break in his wing
I never knew he could sing
Until he started dropping lyrics once the spirits kicked in
He said, Somewhere underneath the ghetto
Those there fall from every level
The flames are real
Don’t lie
Call it hell
Why?
Now we are dancing with the devil
Why the fucking was kicking up?
He’s blowing out smoke like it’s medicinal
I’m tripping up
Next thing we’re skidding up
Two twos, I’m running through the block and I’m dizzy
He was walking under the moon, a real smooth criminal
There’s nobody he could compare to
He was original
He go ballistic, but even ballistic he was tactical
He wasn’t academic, but with pennies he was masterful
Turn a penny to a pound to see it, it was magical
I was tryna be like him
It was impossible
The darkness in his soul meant the murder was no obstacle
Bangle full of carrots and I don’t mean like the vegetable
He looked after his mother and it made him seem respectable
The hood gets beautiful when someone comforting the cause, man, delusion
We were chilling on the graveyard opposite the flats, everybody wearing black like it’s a funeral
And then I said, “Yo, fam, I’m getting off
Tired of the graveyard
I’ll link you in the morning though
I’ll meet you by the play park”
He looked at me like there’s something heavy on his heart
I just thought nothing of it and walked off into the dark
He stayed out on his own
I didn’t know
We were chilling on the graveyard by his big brother’s headstone
He went stumbling home in the cold in the early hours is when the devil takes a hold of your soul
When he woke up, knuckles on both hands were broken
From there, I just heard what the newspapers wrote
It said she was found with a bruise around her throat
Two black eyes, missing a tooth, broken nose
It was his mother that he smashed up
She died not long after
He wasn’t allowed to the funeral
What a disaster
He still sat in jail looking so tough and cracked up
The devil got his soul
End of that chapter
I didn’t know it was him
I didn’t look close enough to see the break in his wing
I never knew he could sing
Until he started dropping lyrics once the spirits kicked in
He said, Somewhere underneath the ghetto
Those there fall from every level
The flames are real
Don’t lie
Call it hell
But why?
Now we are dancing with the devil
Somewhere underneath the ghetto
Those there fall from every level
The flames are real
Call it hell
Now we are dancing with the devil
