K Koke – On Remand lyrics

Fuckin' hell I’m back here again
Shit’s crazy, feds think I’m at it again
They kicked off my door try to tackle the stairs
I’m in my room like what the fuck is happening here?
The fed cuffed me and sat me down on a chair
He said he’s got me, he’s tryna inject fear
I know it’s not me, they want me, I see things clear
My gram was wilin' out like he’s been here
Written statement, no common interview
He gave me a smile then asked for a interlude
Then showed me a picture of some different yute (what you tryna say Koke, this isn’t you?)
I’m wide awake though, this isn’t proof (ah let's charge him and send him on a prison cruise)
Nobel, for something that I didn’t do
In my cold cell I feel invisible

Aye, if you read between the lines and you might just even get it
See, I ain’t even lying that’s what everybody say
When your freedom’s on the line and you’re running out of time
Thinking, fuck this fuck this, that’s just the story of my life
You live, you learn, the tables turn
And that’s when shit don’t end up turning out exactly how you like
Take a risk and roll the dice but you might just pay the price (uh, alright)
Aye, fuck it fuck it fuck it fuck it (look, look, look)

How can I make you understand?
Feds are shutting down my shows putting cuffs up on my hand
They search my whole family, trouble in the pen
Shutting down corners and jumping out off vans
They’re talking ‘bout firearms, something 'bout gang
They cut me off wireless and run up in my grams
Then run up in my babe’s mothers, mothers yard
Looking for some firearms and didn’t find a dot
Them man are lying sarge
But who cares, another case is closed
Then I caught another case a couple days ago
Fuck, I hope I buss it man I’m praying though
Got me looking to the sky like why you playing for?
Why don’t you save me lord?
How could I not even see my baby born (fuck it all), crazy thoughts
Chains and bolts, stuck up in this system
Just wishing that I make it home

If you read between the lines and you might just even get it
See, I ain’t even lying that’s what everybody say
When your freedom’s on the line and you’re running out of time
Thinking, fuck this fuck this, that’s just the story of my life
You live, you learn, the tables turn
And that’s when shit don’t end up turning out exactly how you like
Take a risk and roll the dice but you might just pay the price
Aye, fuck it fuck it fuck it fuck it fuck it

Yes you should read between the lines then you just might even get it
See, I ain’t even lying that’s what everybody say
When your freedom’s on the line and you’re running out of time
Thinking, fuck this fuck this, that’s just the story of my life
You live, you learn, the tables turn
And that’s when shit don’t end up turning out exactly how you like
Take a risk and roll the dice but you might just pay the price
Aye, fuck it, fuck it, fuck this

Yeah, Georgiou (yeah)
You got mail
Don't lie, what you got there for me, guv?
Yeah, three letters for you, mate
Yeah, lemme get those
Hey guv, when we coming out for sauce?
Dickhead!
Yo, yo I got some letters here, still, lemme buss this one
Oh yeah?
Yeah, man
Bumbaclot!
Yo, this, yo, this is from babe mother, ya know?
Ah yeah?
Yeah blood, she sent me a Dear John, blood
Don't lie
Bumbaclot yo
Ah, don't even laugh though
Shouldn't, don't laugh about it, still