I lost my sight and my speech A time ago Dipping till I’m degrees separated From these situations Don’t wanna think about it no I don’t wanna think about you I Sing a song of six pence Four and twenty My brothers are we lit yet Sipping henny that was never me Can’t afford therapy Supping it heavily Nothing more to afterthought So cut the cord set it free It’s what I tell myself but I’ve been drowning So I throw these coppers towards the fountain Stemming from a need to be wanted It’s daunting Thinking about without you Haunting me now I’m falling down to Down on my luck And all these faces pass Long as you living it up Pats on the back but they don’t give a fuck What’s in the pack Hammer down it’s no time to relax I’m trying to hide away my thoughts from my past But they’re always all up on my back Yeah they’re always on my back Life’s a short dance already saw that So gimme more of that As these thoughts hang Like they’re cherry blossoms Falling from the pan to the fire Time I rewired Boy you seem tired Sure that’s what it is I’m type evasive to these quizzes Drain my energy Friends feeling like they’re vampires Got a stake in my interests But lately I feel more like an insect No longer human but I recognise The features that I should portray Horrifying creature in the mirror steady lay Low lately full of venom grimacing Convinced they all hate me Lest the mask slip Look at you crazy And if they see the real me I’m just saying I might just stop playing Forget a farewell they’ll claw to make me stay in Just brush it off these are only statements

memba we was so close so close back in the day we was joined at the hip then these times its different we socially distant used to rock the same shoes same tunes we was just kids then lifted the lid and we totally different now we socially distant breathing barely on beta blockers should be wary iguodala i'm james the greater from outta nowhere like mother mary In zaragoza vagabond no imprimatur jarra can’t have much to offer am fragonard my artists coffer is the hand of god like maradona going méxico 86 i came to play and just take the piss praying one day it’ll make me rich i must have blazed about 80 spliffs today back on my shady shit only am tryna get paid for it singing to sakes i’ve been a patient of my patience my favour is paper thin i got the flavour and silver skins fear the day I repay my sins telling the pastor I hate this shit waking up next to this bracey chick asking me whether it’s racist if she call a white a girl a pasty bitch 5 in the morning explaining shit i’m like well why-not-just-call-her-a-mmmm you-know-what why not-not even-say-shit did we have sex is this your crib send me a text? i gotta dip i gotta errrrrrr i gotta dip cos I am nacho mannnn trick! jadon sancho ran quick she could never understand is never getting reprimanded doing that freely full face value didn’t you see me coming getting all feely singing c breezy when a g seen u come in like yeah yeah yeah 3x say you got a spare bed yeah that’s nice like a don’t know she was moving slyly letting her ride me cos she still like me but I know that the women ain’t like me i be on the ice i don’t even wanna play no more cech in the net and the goals aint the same no more don’t have anything to say no more unashamed of the traits she hates why I gonna cortana with a Halo 4 no saint ain’t got dedication cos am not awake baby say no more my circles are not your circles and I don’t think you’re in the loop i can tell from the words that you use the clothes that you choose and the things that you do all herbal hair dyed purple dogmatical dramatics just your vernal and botanical way you champion change yet you’re happy to vindicate me all the same