Ayy, Tweeko mixed this, you know? It sounds cold
We on the block baby
Right now man’s moody like Margaret, my bro
’cause I don’t know what to do (eureka)
Eureka, that’s it, an epiphany’s hittin’ me, brand new hit
I came from the slums, like my bro, reppin’ it
Kayem, let me cause some mayhem
And a ring-a-ding, uh, got a new adlib
Sounds like the crazy broad ting
Right now man’s moody like Margaret, my bro
’cause I don’t know what to do (eureka)
Eureka, that’s it, an epiphany’s hittin’ me, brand new hit
I came from the slums, like my bro, reppin’ it
Kayem, let me cause some mayhem
And a ring-a-ding, uh, got a new adlib
Sounds like the crazy broad ting
I’m a one man melody, don’t need a band like elastic, drag like stretch
I might grab a feature, promise, it’s rare, fantastic
So, {?} in the air (Uh)
I might stay single like a {?} braids hair
Man’s just tryna stick ’round to the ends
Tucked to my Benz and a my new Moncler
Spin, like a merry-go, life’s not—
School days, used to call me blick (ah-ha)
It triggered to blow to who I am, like blicky
Them man talk like Wallabee kickies
Kiddies on the playground movin’ silly (You get me?)
I really gotta grab P, like Diddy, let me get jiggy
Like with a K with a little bit of Filly
You see me, gotta bring broke friends with me (ayy)
D-D-Dsquares, compaties, designer
Two-two ring-ring calls on my Lyca
But these dems on my heads, some fighters
But, my angel’s lighter on sighter, (ayy, ayy)
No cap, New era, just be clever, can you not tell?
Like some UK weather, the Lord’s comin’, masked up, vendetta
So, don’t heat up fast like sweater (You get it?)
Right now man’s moody like Margaret, my bro
’cause I don’t know what to do (eureka)
Eureka, that’s it, an epiphany’s hittin’ me, brand new hit
I came from the slums, like my bro, reppin’ it
Kayem, let me cause some mayhem
And a ring-a-ding, uh, got a new adlib
Sounds like the crazy broad ting
Right now man’s moody like Margaret, my bro
’cause I don’t know what to do (eureka)
Eureka, that’s it, an epiphany’s hittin’ me, brand new hit
I came from the slums, like my bro, reppin’ it
Kayem, let me cause some mayhem
And a ring-a-ding, uh, got a new adlib
Sounds like the crazy broad ting
This-this school ting don’t suit me (It don’t)
Lo-lo-lookin’ for a job from a guy with a tie on his neck
Who’s a slave to the routine (Like, why?)
Comin’ like on a dogs
Can never take a piss and a break from dookie (come on)
That’s bookey, these dons just pull up, files just fill up
Where you from? Where you live? Like groupies
They’re like, “Bro, what’s your ethnic?” (Bro, what?)
And man’s from Ghana (Kwasiasem) Pigeons, don’t care, slap {?}
Peck on the bread that gets larger, {?} play games like saga
Lookin’ for a girl, don’t wanna be a partner (Nah, nah)
Lookin’ for the Lord, he’s upsuh (Up)
And you got time, like an old man’s spine, bro, would you rather?
She’s in there, snooping through all my stuff, eureka, that’s it, yes
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Steps Lyrics – eureka