Hippodrome

Album cover art for "Hippodrome" by Jamie T

Jamie T - Rap

Hippodrome

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Duration: 2:42

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Lyrics

[Verse 1] Remember that night at The Hippodrome Never knew that look when you look at me Nervous as hell, so I didn't win a lot You're the salt, I'm the lemon on the top Get the feelin' that you're livin' with a patsy Flirtin' with the bouncers a lot Didn't expect them to frisk me They never find baggies when they're sweatin' in your sock [Chorus] Heart quickens, south of the river Mouth full of vinnie, sippin' cans full of liquor Street light flickers, feel it in my blood Any which way I turn out, the lights burn dimmer And a black Bimmеr tinted out to fuck Drives past the window with a stolеn stash in her You know I'm all love, hatred and stuff [Verse 2] Part singer, dead man ringer Still love old shows, I love John Cleese New number, doin' shots I hardly ever turn up to see my mates A cucumber, I'm cool as ice And ladies love LL, they don't love me No care where you gonna find me I'm still in a home of the NRA [Chorus] Heart quickens, south of the river Mouth full of vinnie, sippin' cans full of liquor Street light flickers, feel it in my blood Any which way I turn out, the lights burn dimmer And a black Bimmer tinted out to fuck Drives past the window with a stolen stash in her You know I'm all love, hatred and stuff [Bridge] Heartbreakin' times are full of promises And I just don't wanna go, oh Have an iron stomach, I know Must be somethin' I need Should I get lost or should I fade away? Yeah [Chorus] Heart quickens, south of the river Mouth full of vinnie, sippin' cans full of liquor Street light flickers, feel it in my blood Any which way I turn out, the lights burn dimmer Black Bimmer tinted out to fuck Drives past the window with a stolen stash in her You know I'm all love, hatred and stuff [Outro] Remember that night at The Hippodrome Never knew that look when you look at me Nervous as hell, so I didn't win a lot You're the salt, I'm the lemon on the top Get the feelin' that you're livin' with a patsy Flirtin' with the bouncers a lot Didn't expect them to frisk me They never find baggies when they're sweatin' in your sock

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Credits

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  • Jamie Treays