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Make It Last
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dizzee Rascal
Dizzee Rascal
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dylan Mills
Dylan Mills
Composer
Jamil Pierre
Jamil Pierre
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dizzee Rascal
Dizzee Rascal
Mixing Engineer
Deputy
Deputy
Producer
Jake Gordon
Jake Gordon
Mixing Engineer
Colin Brain
Colin Brain
Assistant Engineer
Mike Marsh
Mike Marsh
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

You ain't from the ends, boy, don't get me vexed Represent the east side every time I flex What you know about EQ, Stratford Rex? Murder Mile, Palace P, murder on them steps Deja 92, murderin' them sets Can't forget Mak 10 murderin' them decks He'd just drop the ting we didn't even know what's next I was with Reggie, never even heard of Ghetts What you know about them real south London vets? Imperial Gardens I was way out of my depth Brickie on the right, Pecknam on the left All I see is shooters, it's about to be a mess, yeah All I see is shooters, I don't know about the rest Can't forget them ghetto boys servin' up that stress Bunch of blue borough boys turnin up La'Fez Turnin' up with heads Someone's gonna turn up dead, yeah I was on the grind north, east, south and west I was in the dance with no vest on my chest Bredders lickin' shots just to vent and express Bredders lickin' shots just to let me know I'm blessed But that's all in the past So just settle off your arse Reminisce and raise your glass Nowadays I have a blast And I'm in a different class I'm just tryna make it last Ay yeah that's all in the past So just circle off your arse Reminisce and raise your glass Nowadays I have a blast And I'm in a different class I'm just tryna make it last No regrets Before I got a cheque I was workin' up a sweat I was on that north side, you better come correct T town, Heat FM live and direct I was from the east, they coulda been comin' at my neck For the ends I rep, instead I got respect Coulda just been wet, didn't know what to expect Weren't no speculation if they had them tings on deck Thinkin' what the heck Might as well take heed Take time and breathe I ain't tryna bleed Love is all we need Seems like they agreed But you don't know about peak unless you went Rumble Stampede Real peak indeed And if you're lookin' beef then I suggest you take the lead And roll up your sleeves Or get jooked with speed I've seen the hardest, coldest bredders beg, holler and plead Like you won't believe And North West is greaze Hotter than Belize I went to Tudor Rose thinkin' it would be a breeze But all I saw was G's Bredders on their knees Screaming "Why d'you take my boy away? God help him, please!" But that's all in the past So just settle off your arse Reminisce and raise your glass Nowadays I have a blast And I'm in a different class I'm just tryna make it last Ay yeah that's all in the past So just circle off your arse Reminisce and raise your glass Nowadays I have a blast And I'm in a different class I'm just tryna make it last
Writer(s): Dylan Mills, Jamil Pierre Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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