dead leaves
slowthai Lyrics


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Cut dem off
Most dem ones, can't trust
Most dem ones wanna be someone
It's funny what they do in the club
Sharin' hugs
"We're best friends," no we're not
Move your hand from my top
I'll peck her in the joggers and I don't even jog
Just a lover
Word to my mother
You're just undercover
See you watching, quick, unfollow
Make my heart turn hollow
Won't be here tomorrow
I'm like the sun, I rise up and then gone
Back here tomorrow
Clockwork Orange
I ain't in the day of porridge
Don't make me Chuck Norris
'Cause I run my town but I'm nothin' like Boris
Tyrant for PM
'Cause I'm active AM to PM
Drop-top on the BM
BM drop top when she see him
Guilt trip, no deal, we wan' pree him
Crime scene, can't see me fleein'
Sold out shows, know I pack coliseum
Carpe diem, don't just live on the weekend
Na books you can try fit T in
Locksmith, break the lock, no key ting
Annoying how your whip got keys
Slowthai might've been the one that key'd it

Dead leaves, cut 'em off
Can't give me a chance as in Tour de France
Just bike to the stars, upgrade to a quart
You see, I felt pain, but that made me strong
Dead leaves, cut 'em off
Can't give me a chance as in Tour de France
Just bike to the stars, upgrade to a quart
You see, I felt pain, but that made me strong

But the point is man's too ready
Western Favel, JD ready
Was you born in a barn?
Close the door, it's chilly
Next door screamin' bad
They got kids, but they don't live with me
Replying ad libs a lot of badness
In an Audi, rush hour traffic
Can't flaunt mascara lashes
M.A. 'cause you know it's long
Too many lies, I don't trust no one
Done walked through fires barefoot, no top
Yeah, the heat was fire but the buck don't stop
Not a lot goin' on in North Hampton
Shawshank ting, need redemption
True say sellin' drugs, ain't got a pension
Try repent my sins, but I'm not a reverend
Not a lot goin' on in Britain
Hot cross buns and a posh female
Yeah, I love tea, got a couple brewin'
Why you commentatin' on how I do it?
Silence is loud, silence my movement
Silence dem, it's about the music
If you snakin' me, you will learn by force
Make myself snake boots and I walk my walk

Dead leaves, cut 'em off
Can't give me a chance as in Tour de France
Just bike to the stars, upgrade to a quart
You see, I felt pain, but that made me strong
Dead leaves, cut 'em off
Can't give me a chance as in Tour de France




Just bike to the stars, upgrade to a quart
You see, I felt pain, but that made me strong

Overall Meaning

In "Dead Leaves" by slowthai, he sings about the people in his life that he can't trust and those that are only around to try and be someone they're not. He touches on the irony of people sharing hugs and claiming to be best friends, yet still not trusting them. He hints at his ability to defend himself if needed but still chooses to spread love instead of violence. He touches on the fleeting nature of life, comparing himself to the sun, rising and then disappearing but coming back again. slowthai compares himself to Boris Johnson, stating that he runs his town but is nothing like the politician. In the chorus, he talks about cutting off 'dead leaves,' meaning getting rid of the negative people and things in his life. He mentions his struggles and pain but how it has also made him strong. He ends the song with a call to focus on the music and to not let the negativity of others affect his hustle.


Line by Line Meaning

Cut dem off
Get rid of those who are a negative influence in your life


Most dem ones, can't trust
It's hard to trust most people


Most dem ones wanna be someone
Most people are trying to be someone they're not


It's funny what they do in the club Sharin' hugs
People in the club act fake, hugging and pretending to be friends


"We're best friends," no we're not Move your hand from my top
Don't act fake, pretending to be friends when you're not


I'll peck her in the joggers and I don't even jog Just a lover Word to my mother You're just undercover See you watching, quick, unfollow
People pretend to be interested in you but they're just undercover and fake, so you should unfollow them in order to protect yourself


Make my heart turn hollow Won't be here tomorrow
People are fake and don't stick with you, so don't trust them


I'm like the sun, I rise up and then gone Back here tomorrow
Like the sun, he'll rise and fall, but he'll always be back again tomorrow


Clockwork Orange I ain't in the day of porridge Don't make me Chuck Norris 'Cause I run my town but I'm nothin' like Boris Tyrant for PM
He's the king of his town and won't take orders from anyone, even the Prime Minister


'Cause I'm active AM to PM Drop-top on the BM BM drop top when she see him Guilt trip, no deal, we wan' pree him Crime scene, can't see me fleein'
He's always active and driving around in his BMW convertible, while people try to guilt trip and trap him, but he always gets away


Sold out shows, know I pack coliseum Carpe diem, don't just live on the weekend Na books you can try fit T in Locksmith, break the lock, no key ting Annoying how your whip got keys Slowthai might've been the one that key'd it
He's popular and sells out shows, living for the moment and not just on the weekends, and he's unstoppable and can break any lock. Some people may have blamed him for stealing their car keys.


But the point is man's too ready Western Favel, JD ready Was you born in a barn? Close the door, it's chilly Next door screamin' bad They got kids, but they don't live with me
People are always ready for something, but sometimes they need to calm down and focus. He questions people who act like they were raised in a barn, telling them to close the door because it's chilly. His neighbor's kids live elsewhere, not with him.


Replying ad libs a lot of badness In an Audi, rush hour traffic Can't flaunt mascara lashes M.A. 'cause you know it's long Too many lies, I don't trust no one
He's surrounded by bad people who he can't trust, even in traffic in his Audi. He doesn't wear makeup to flaunt it, and he knows life is hard. There are too many lies and he doesn't trust anyone.


Done walked through fires barefoot, no top Yeah, the heat was fire but the buck don't stop Not a lot goin' on in North Hampton Shawshank ting, need redemption True say sellin' drugs, ain't got a pension Try repent my sins, but I'm not a reverend
He's been through difficult times, but he doesn't let it stop him. There's not a lot happening in Northampton, but he needs a way to redeem himself. He admits to selling drugs, but has no retirement plan. He's trying to repent, but he's not a religious leader.


Not a lot goin' on in Britain Hot cross buns and a posh female Yeah, I love tea, got a couple brewin' Why you commentatin' on how I do it? Silence is loud, silence my movement Silence dem, it's about the music If you snakin' me, you will learn by force Make myself snake boots and I walk my walk
He comments on how people focus on trivial things like hot cross buns and posh women in Britain, and that they criticize him for his simplistic lifestyle. He values silence because it helps him focus on his music. If people try to undermine him, he'll respond in a forceful way, like by making snake boots and walking with confidence.


Dead leaves, cut 'em off Can't give me a chance as in Tour de France Just bike to the stars, upgrade to a quart You see, I felt pain, but that made me strong Dead leaves, cut 'em off Can't give me a chance as in Tour de France Just bike to the stars, upgrade to a quart You see, I felt pain, but that made me strong
Cut off negative influences and focus on your goals. Don't give up, even when the journey is tough. Keep striving for success, and remember that pain builds strength.




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Kwes Darko, Tyrone Frampton

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