ATO - no caroline (Official Video) BUY / STREAM SIDE A http://1995.eu/ato-side-a Written by ATO Produced by: singular balance StevexCooper Jonathon Ng #ATO #NoCaroline #SideA Credits: Directed by - Dominik Galleya and Clemens Niel Concept and Additional Direction - Ato Alexander Commissioner - Loies Kim Make up and Set Photography - Amanda Burzić Set assistant - Jelena Djerfi Cast - Denis Kabia Styling and arrangement - Oisín Ruben Styling assistant - Dan Pickles Photography - Jasmina Wood Photography - Clemens Niel Camera Operator - Chris Thomson MCMXCV ltd LYRICS HOOK 1 I just like money getting stacks I want P Telephone for me I just let that shit ring You just keep running n you’ll never catch me (Oh yeh) Would this bitch die for me, we could be easy Six fall for me, I’m living dreams No sign, No sign of my My girl No Caroline Yeh I’m in N then I’m gone I’ll get that Suttin knocking on the floor I gotta move soon, i aint got nothing Got a life, gotta take it back star! Yehh you know me from back in those days Like I know.. There ain’t nothing they can say to me Got nothing, like how you gonna Maybe.. (maybe) An you’ve got that same smile Like you did before You miss that late night, calling I just like mone getting stacks I want P (One time for my niggers on the red line) Telephone for me I just let that shit ring You just like money and you’re gonna like me (Oh yeh) Would this bitch die for me, we could be easy Six fall for me I’m living dreams No sign, No sign of my.. My girl No Caroline Feelings How you gonna breathe through - She just want a nigga with change a nigger street enough to blow house money on chains but I grew up on garrowby way years pouring with rain too busy looking to God to see my world drowning in waves now it’s dark when I pray swimming deeper for closure she like to divulge to her girls but they ain’t real and that’s something she already knows tale of two cities ain’t no pity karma got interest for you, check check moving risky hardly discreet i used to be holy loved priscilla like my only, young hurt n full of dreams tryna clean up throwing dirty money at therapy counting down from 10 until I wake up in the cemetery tales of the rest of the city it bleed help me wild wild west, moved to grove tryna bury your past, first you have to bury your soul it ain’t easy round here, when you’re living with ghosts some white people, black people, frame n a mirror too close these times, friends were moving snakey i pressed Kacey for the truth i said tell me straight! coz lies echo in this room black boys with mental health he had his own demons too bam had already just been sectioned that shit took him out of school we couldn’t be friends tryna survive tryna mend our pasts tryna defend who we thought we were red lights whilst reaching for the stars escaped a couple suicides then suicide life became walking a line the long way home for young black boys up north where now? who am I? both my parents ill i was falling short and in denial a pain i couldn’t feel sometimes my reality feels like the casino mother gave birth to my brother through her chemo helpless, watching life reload now I’m rising to the surface nah I need it treat my brother like my own coz his life gave me purpose now if she knew me could she love me when it’s cold her love go through me like a knife n its cold.

• published: 22 Jul 2021
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