LARWOOD & KOH - WRONG (Official Music Video)

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LARWOOD & KOH - WRONG (Official Music Video, 4K)
Director: Luke Dale
Production Company: 505 Films
Cinematographer: Luke Dale
Editor: Luke Dale
Head of Photography: Harry Elletson
Hair & Make-Up: Florence Crompton

Wrong’uns: Daniel Collier, Florence Crompton, Francesca Isherwood, Emily Shuck, Derek Ornelas, Luke Pierre.

LARWOOD
FACEBOOK:   / larwoodmusic  
INSTAGRAM:   / larwoodmusic  

KOH
INSTAGRAM:   / tracksbykoh  

LUKE DALE
YOUTUBE:    / @lordhanscapon  
INSTAGRAM:   / lukedalefilm  
TWITTER:   / _lukedale  

505 FILMS
https://www.505films.co.uk/
FACEBOOK:   / 505films  
INSTAGRAM:   / 505films  

LYRICS:

WRONG

One mic, two feet, and a song, you, me we’re not two peas in a pod
2B when I jot, to be or not to be monologues,
Question, I don’t like guessing, confessions of a mind under stress, and I’m easing along
Stifling tension, contentions that are leading me wrong.

So tell me I’m wrong when I am on song your logic is not air right.
Tell me I’m wrong when guys take five to rhyme for this long.
Seminal, venom’ll infect shit and the interest lifts and rises like Kong, bare high,
So tell me I’m wrong when I am on song your logic is not airtight.

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The balls at my feet
I’m not all I could be, but I’m more than enough and i’m fortunately,
On the up and up double like 40 degrees,
And it’s awfully hot, when I’m talking my breeze,
And your lauding my steam, all the chalk from the cheese,
Put it all on the board, like I’m schooling the team,
Trynna square me a grand, like G multiplied G, that’s a million each.
VIP’s what I’d dreamed I’d be but the P’s, I see, is the key, I need, I’m a bees knees guy, with a bee hive deep
I got the pollen, the colony, shotting commodities honest through Sonos’ sonorous property, on CD or the Bose
On TV, big screen at the Odeon,
I’m honing in, like Ho-Chi-Minh, I got pseudonyms, you won’t know me inside and out
Since 16, I’ve rinsed my account to push back the clock,
No two hands can hold me back,
I don’t need chat or feedback
I’m old school like ceefax, your old news.

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One mic, two feet, and a song, you, me we’re not two peas in a pod
2B when I jot, to be or not to be monologues,
Question, I don’t like guessing, confessions of a mind under stress, and I’m easing along
Stifling tension, contentions that are leading me wrong.

So tell me I’m wrong when I am on song your logic is not air right.
Tell me I’m wrong when guys take five to rhyme for this long.
Seminal, venom’ll infect shit and the interest lifts and rises like Kong, bare high,
So tell me I’m wrong when I am on song your logic is not airtight.

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The weapon I bring,
Is Syllable slinging, and letters I’ll fling,
Whipping up riffs in the kitchen, I’m whisking, I’m skipping the shindig and penning a string
Of lyrics in hand and fingers in pies
No leg up, I’m fed up just toeing the line
Wont let up unless it’s a moment divine
I got faith but I don’t know God
Lost, like a dodo, non-
Stop on my own soap box and complacent is a no go not,
If your aiming for the totum’s peak, not a trough,
Cream in a coffee, brewing cream of the crop,
Me and my motley crew are dreaming of a lot,
Me and my posse grew up scheming on a plot,
Determined from the cot
Stirring up the pot
Y’heard enough to cop,
The whole EP, CV, the verse the lot, cherry on top,
Bet that’ll pop, ready or not,
Here I come like Fugees, move please, N-O-M t-s that’s crew chique
More hunger than a choosy foody, sous-vide, stewing on beats come chew me.

OUTRO

So what’s wrong then?
Mad that you ain’t got content?
It’s mad that you ain’t just content,
All of this faith is a godsend,
All of the fables adopted, pops said, turn all the pages that got read,
Burn til the flame or the moths dead,
Burn til it fades but it’s hot yet.