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Tom Felton

Little Bit

 

Little Bit


(Little bird
Have you got a key?
Unlock the lock
Inside of me)

'Cause I'm still working on the recipe
Felt-beast, the legacy
Grabbing life by the ****
Not someone instead of me

The death of me is yet to come
Feeling next to none
Let me run on this
I insist you won't forget me, son

High-five, won't forget that I'm alive
Bars not too far, I'll do more than just survive
Far off, I should die before my eyes
Get the chance to open
I'll rest in heaven knowing that shit was down, but never spoken

Problem with that or drama
Not down, with a twenty-four hour frown
There's looking of misery
And fuck him, he can keep his crown

He'll speed the ground
Off your simplicity, fingertips
Bring the
Six alive, get my mates inside me
Up Yonge Street at a hundred and fucking sixty five

Don't let me go
Seriously, don't let me go, man

Just a little bit
Just a little bit

(Little bird
Have you got a key?
Unlock the lock
Inside of me)

Only in the flesh and blood
Can anyone get rid of T
Our song lives on for many years
In people's ears

I could be long-gone
You'll still know my dreams and fears
I'll find a wife, will I have a daughter and son
Or will I die alone with the child-count none?
Will I have a number one son that I picked?

Or will I die of a dilemma that I self-inflict?
These are the times to put the force aside
Jump aboard the ride
I seeked up every peak, held my breath at every death
Sank to all the bunkers, then I climb back, every step
Picture this,
Felt-beats and family chilling
Twenty years from now, kicking back, happy

And willing to give every day the same attention to all events
Count my blessings, love every lesson life presents
To give every day attention to all events

Just a little bit
(Little bird
Have you got a key?)

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