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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rachel Lorin
Rachel Lorin
Songwriter
Curtis Steve Martin
Curtis Steve Martin
Songwriter
Sean Patrick Kennedy
Sean Patrick Kennedy
Songwriter
Joshua Robert Rabenold
Joshua Robert Rabenold
Songwriter

歌詞

Got so much pain that I hold inside, I don't talk much bout' it
Got so much shame from the games that I played, I don't talk much bout' it
But they wan' compete?
Why they talk bout' beef?
Them man ain't outside in the streets
So why you wan' talk much bout' it
Wait, oh-
What we got extras?
In the lab like uh, uh
and applying that pressure
Got love for the fans that invest in me early
Return coming like Tesla
I don't give a fuck what man been talking about bro I kill em' with pressure
Testing a desperate measure
Spun man like how many times?
Give a fuck what these man wan' say in their rhymes
Still talk bout' crime and you flopped it
I don't give a fuck man I topped it
And I heard that lil' bitch over there said I'm toxic
I don't give a fuck still chopped it
And I heard your lil' EP dargy its dogshit
I pass to my dawg watch him drop them
Go
Life's been testing ya boy
But I don't sink - I swim
Fuck a cup half empty, mines been full to the brim
(ay ay)
(Yeah)
Had to go back basics, from start mi begin
(Look)
(Had to go back to)
Yeah, I was a lost soul but, I been found
Working progress, working out
On top of my fitness - working out
High off that reefa, stuck in the clouds,
But I found my feet, 10 toes on the ground
Sky ain't my limit, I got no bounds
Trust in my spirit, words and sound
Tribulations, trials & tests
Nuttin' good don't come from stress
If I wanna gain, gotta hold onto less
Have more faith & worry less
The foot I put forward, must be my best
Days in the east, amongst ways of the west
Built my tribe whilst on my quest
Yes I'm blessed
Top bins, tech
Don't check me, if it ain't cheques
(Yo) Right now, manna anti
Two sides to a ****, just like santi
Live for the art, paint pictures like banksy
I been on my p's & q's so I thank me
You can't Martial man, I ain't Antony
I just do me, do that gladly
Chase my dreams for the sake of family
Found my feet, cyaan favour bambi
Life's been testing ya boy,
But I don't sink - I swim
Fuck a cup half empty, mines been full to the brim
(Yeah)
Had to go back basics, from start mi begin
(Look)
Had to go back to basics
From start me begin like
Pump up, tone up weights in the gym
Grew up as a grime kid, cold with the flows
Beats and bars, what you taking me in?
Caught a couple L's, fuck that I still showed up
I used to want love from my peers
Them man weird
Fuck that now I'm a grown up
I just wan' roll up
Hit a flight on my lonesome
I don't give a fuck about no one
But I might link my leng one in Barca
Et trobo a faltar
Come bless me
Yeah she knows I'm a 10
Knows, I'm a goat
Want's a **** back like yeah, yeah
Care less what them man have spent
Don't shout if it aint investments, yeah
Work hard and I put work in but what you bringing to the surface? yeah
Give a toss if man are improving
10 years barring, you stupid?
I don't need to earn stripes, like Ye' man I proved it
If I say one more thing I might lose it
I'm not feeling the need to compete
I'm a God, you're beneath my feet
All I need is one reason, better mind how you're speaking
Better not dive in the deep end
Big Crump
Cos life's been testing ya boy
But I don't sink I swim
Fuck a cup half empty mines been full to the yeah, yeah
Had to go back to basics, from start me begin
Had to go back to basics, from start me begin like
Written by: Curtis Steve Martin, Joshua Robert Rabenold, Rachel Carol Filsoof, Rachel Lorin, Sean Patrick Kennedy
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