Try ing
Try ing
Trying to find the sound
Thats gonna make me rich
Vibing and lying
Toothless in your neck
No ones gonna pay for it
Cos they're big hitters
Fucking with my airtime
Loosening my backpack
Im a kid, Ive got an open mind yeah
Cos theyre big hitters
Theyre fucking with my airtime
Took my songs they were apples werent they?
Each and every one was mine
Chords upon chords
Theyre going up and down
An elusive ever-changing cool
Those bastards, they say there will come a day
Bastards, they wont change
Cos theyre big hitters
They're fucking with my air time
All up in my backpack
I'm a kid, I've got an open mind yeah
Theyre big hitters
Theyre fucking with my air time
Took my songs they were apples weren't they?
Each and every one was mine
