Official Music Video
Must Be More by Bob Vylan
Lyrics & Translation
English
Yeah, yeah
Had to cut man off (Cut 'em off)
They were holding me back like a dead weight
They weren't holding me up like a best mate
They were holding me down like a lead weight
Now they're watching me buss like a sex tape
I skip legs, biceps and chest day
Still you don't want it with Bob 'cause I'm a headcase
From way back tooled up on the estate
Persil bag with shots in
Ford Estate pulled up and I hopped in
Told him make up his mind, hurry and buy
This ain't Tesco shopping
Day and night are the only options
Weighed it up and it weighed me down
Pockets, balls and socks had rocks in
No A-Levels, I was out of options
Whoa, whoa, that's what I thought
Cling and scales, that's what I bought
With the assist, passing the ball
Henry the way I helped man score
If we had a rapport
Two for fifteen but don't come short
Still scarred by the things that I saw
Whole time thinking, "There must be more"
There must be more to this
Gats, bats, swords and shivs
Phone calls where man are talking quick
Prang that feds are recording this
There must be more than licking doors
Flicking balls and kicking jaws
Caught with nine and sitting four
There must be more, there must be more
There must be more to this
Cats, rats, talking shit
Tools that some man are walking with
Sending man to the morgue with it
There must be more than whipping raw
Fed chases and dipping law
Loading nines and hitting four
There must be more, there must be more
There must be more than [?] reloads
Posted up in the freezing cold
Thinking mad when the Ps come slow
Man really needs this dough
Seasons change and reasons grow
Man want cars and teeth in gold
Tell young kids that Ps control
The free school meals don't feed your soul (No, they don't)
So start wildin' out
Knife in hand but not dining out
Food in Mum's yard makes you the man of the house
Until she finds you out
Fear of the door getting kicked by the police
And the neighbours moving nosy
Made it hard for me to go sleep
So I stayed up late night quoting Roll Deep
Yes, next one
Yeah, we're blazing, we're blazing, it's all entertainment, it's all practice
That's Dizzee Ras-
Raskit don't waste time
Don't hesitate, don't pet, don't ramp
.22, .38, .9
These digits'll leave you stiff like cramp
Most people I know are stressed out
'Cause they don't earn enough
Whether nine bars or number nine with fries
They're still serving up
Roll through like you heard of us
Didn't mean to make the burner buss
Robbery gone wrong
Make a hungry man turn murderer
Lies thema tell, lies thema tell
Life on road ain't rosy
Man get stuck for the OZ
Take food out, go ghost when they owe P
Had a couple man wrong me, set me up lowkey
Typea shit make you wanna hold B
Typea shit
(Pull up this one, they want the reload)
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of Must Be More by Bob Vylan
Must Be More* (original Bob Vylan)
Yeah, yeah
Had to cut man off (Cut 'em off)
They were holding me back like a dead weight
They weren't holding me up like a best mate
They were holding me down like a lead weight
Now they're watching me buss like a sex tape
I skip legs, biceps and chest day
Still you don't want it with Bob 'cause I'm a headcase
From way back tooled up on the estate
Persil bag with shots in
Ford Estate pulled up and I hopped in
Told him make up his mind, hurry and buy
This ain't Tesco shopping
Day and night are the only options
Weighed it up and it weighed me down
Pockets, balls and socks had rocks in
No A-Levels, I was out of options
Whoa, whoa, that's what I thought
Cling and scales, that's what I bought
With the assist, passing the ball
Henry the way I helped man score
If we had a rapport
Two for fifteen but don't come short
Still scarred by the things that I saw
Whole time thinking, "There must be more"
There must be more to this
Gats, bats, swords and shivs
Phone calls where man are talking quick
Prang that feds are recording this
There must be more than licking doors
Flicking balls and kicking jaws
Caught with nine and sitting four
There must be more, there must be more
There must be more to this
Cats, rats, talking shit
Tools that some man are walking with
Sending man to the morgue with it
There must be more than whipping raw
Fed chases and dipping law
Loading nines and hitting four
There must be more, there must be more
There must be more than [?] reloads
Posted up in the freezing cold
Thinking mad when the Ps come slow
Man really needs this dough
Seasons change and reasons grow
Man want cars and teeth in gold
Tell young kids that Ps control
The free school meals don't feed your soul (No, they don't)
So start wildin' out
Knife in hand but not dining out
Food in Mum's yard makes you the man of the house
Until she finds you out
Fear of the door getting kicked by the police
And the neighbours moving nosy
Made it hard for me to go sleep
So I stayed up late night quoting Roll Deep
Yes, next one
Yeah, we're blazing, we're blazing, it's all entertainment, it's all practice
That's Dizzee Ras-
Raskit don't waste time
Don't hesitate, don't pet, don't ramp
.22, .38, .9
These digits'll leave you stiff like cramp
Most people I know are stressed out
'Cause they don't earn enough
Whether nine bars or number nine with fries
They're still serving up
Roll through like you heard of us
Didn't mean to make the burner buss
Robbery gone wrong
Make a hungry man turn murderer
Lies thema tell, lies thema tell
Life on road ain't rosy
Man get stuck for the OZ
Take food out, go ghost when they owe P
Had a couple man wrong me, set me up lowkey
Typea shit make you wanna hold B
Typea shit
(Pull up this one, they want the reload)
Must Be More (traducción LyricVerse Team)
Sí, sí
Tuve que cortar a la gente (Cortarlos)
Me estaban frenando como un peso muerto
No me estaban apoyando como un mejor amigo
Me estaban hundiendo como un peso de plomo
Ahora me están viendo explotar como una cinta de sexo
Me salto el día de piernas, bíceps y pecho
Aun así, no quieres problemas con Bob porque soy un caso perdido
Desde hace mucho tiempo, armado en la urbanización
Bolsa de Persil con balas dentro
Un Ford Estate se detuvo y me subí
Le dije que se decidiera, que se diera prisa y comprara
Esto no es ir de compras a Tesco
Día y noche son las únicas opciones
Lo sopesé y me pesó
Bolsillos, pelotas y calcetines tenían piedras dentro
Sin A-Levels, no tenía opciones
Vaya, vaya, eso es lo que pensé
Film transparente y balanzas, eso es lo que compré
Con la asistencia, pasando el balón
Henry, la forma en que ayudé a la gente a anotar
Si tuviéramos una buena relación
Dos por quince pero no te quedes corto
Todavía marcado por las cosas que vi
Todo el tiempo pensando, "Debe haber más"
Debe haber más que esto
Pistolas, bates, espadas y cuchillos
Llamadas telefónicas donde la gente habla rápido
Miedo de que los federales estén grabando esto
Debe haber más que golpear puertas
Lanzar bolas y patear mandíbulas
Atrapado con nueve y cumpliendo cuatro
Debe haber más, debe haber más
Debe haber más que esto
Gatos, ratas, hablando mierda
Herramientas con las que algunos andan
Enviando a la gente a la morgue con eso
Debe haber más que preparar droga
Persecuciones policiales y evadir la ley
Cargando nueves y golpeando a cuatro
Debe haber más, debe haber más
Debe haber más que recargas
Apostado en el frío helado
Pensando locuras cuando el dinero llega lento
El hombre realmente necesita esta pasta
Las estaciones cambian y las razones crecen
El hombre quiere coches y dientes de oro
Dile a los niños que el dinero controla
Las comidas escolares gratuitas no alimentan tu alma (No, no lo hacen)
Así que empieza a descontrolarte
Cuchillo en mano pero no cenando fuera
La comida en casa de mamá te convierte en el hombre de la casa
Hasta que ella te descubra
Miedo de que la policía patee la puerta
Y los vecinos siendo entrometidos
Me hizo difícil ir a dormir
Así que me quedé despierto hasta tarde citando a Roll Deep
Sí, el siguiente
Sí, estamos ardiendo, estamos ardiendo, todo es entretenimiento, todo es práctica
Ese es Dizzee Ras-
Raskit no pierdas el tiempo
No dudes, no te acobardes, no te metas en líos
.22, .38, .9
Estos números te dejarán tieso como un calambre
La mayoría de la gente que conozco está estresada
Porque no ganan lo suficiente
Ya sean nueve barras o el número nueve con patatas fritas
Todavía están sirviendo
Pasa como si hubieras oído hablar de nosotros
No quise hacer que la pistola disparara
Atraco que salió mal
Hacer que un hombre hambriento se convierta en asesino
Mentiras que cuentan, mentiras que cuentan
La vida en la calle no es color de rosa
El hombre se queda atascado por la onza
Saca la comida, desaparece cuando deben dinero
Un par de hombres me hicieron daño, me tendieron una trampa discretamente
El tipo de mierda que te hace querer apretar B
El tipo de mierda
(Pon esta, quieren la recarga)
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