Red Wine Flows - Jords

Writing records on motorways, heading home today

Know my message, I know my place but don’t know my way

I’ve got some red wine flows better listen when you’re sipping

Only talk about money, family and women

Nick Dre give me something to rap to

Give me something that’s way too classic to go back to

Someone call my pops and tell him that he made a man too

Told my last one I understand you, but I can’t stand you and I don’t plan to

I got a bottle and a candle, slow starting

Still hot headed but cold hearted

Sipping on some wonderfully aged wine, ignoring the grapevine

I don’t miss my target I just aim high

Depending on who you ask I’m a scumbag or a great guy

Yeah, thankful to the most high

Feeling like a giant saying «fee, fum, fo, fi»

I need pound signs not co-signs, Oh me oh my

Sit and remember old times

If I do it, I’ll do it properly

Investing my royalties in property

I don’t spend a penny on my shopping sprees

This is some, humble bragging, I’m done with chatting, Its time for action

No collabin', it’s solo missions and no distractions

Change my world before I can change the world

Real wins come when you can take an L, but yeah

Red Wine Flows better listen when you’re sipping

Shouting free the guys till they free the guys

Everybody wants to do rap thinks it’s an easy ride

Everybody wants to be bad till they see 3 to 5

Everybody wants to do scraps until they see the nines

Living healthily tryna lower my BMI

I’ll trade a piece of ‘ussy for some peace of mind

I ain’t a rapper just a poet with a flow

Not a gangster just a boy who knows the road

Contradiction I’m smart stupid and nasty

Went to nobu for Seafood some calamari

With some weed too my weak tunes are like your hardest

Paid my own advance and then recouped and even charted

Was on back roads in black clothes, maybe a bally

Now we’re backstage with champagne, maybe some baddies

Was in tracksuits with bad yutes, who went to country

With the same guys on planes flying, to other countries

Mr Independent tryna find a miss to match

I haven’t met my match, or I’ve missed my match

Either I am the man, or I’ve been the man

Say a line and you sing it back

Money, fame for what?

Gold chains for what?

Cool cool, you’re bad.

Okay so what?

Go rave for what?

Drop names for what?

Play a girl my song, drop game for what?

Where you see me that’s where my brothers be

Tryna own some companies with my company

Fuck material, influence over luxury

Got my grandad looking down on me and olders looking up to me

Message from my brother saying look after your mother

Group chat with my father saying look after each other

‘Cause we’re getting all older

The circles getting smaller and closer

Sisters getting taller and boassy

Chilling In my lawyers office, I’m comfy and cosy

Big up GRM I might post a bottle to Posty

Only roll with my brothers that know me, people get scratchy when you roll deep

Don’t bite the hand that feeds you

The day will come when everyone who you needed will need you, I see the game in

see through

In the future they’ll write stories about what we do

Or what we did, my strength is knowing my weakness

It’s not a secret

Red wine flows, better listen when you’re sipping

Money, family and women