I don't know how to explain it but the way you are going to be successful and pattern life, I cannot explain, I cannot explain.

That's all I can say. I don't even want to tell you my dream because it's one of them ones, where I'm going to sound mad but just know I don't dream about random people, there's this thing....

I'm not one to count my loses, winning cos i count the cross yes

i'm out of pocket i'm done with all the nonsense, no out of love yet

EE said my data run out oh satan stop it - MOT is 7 months out

the feds have copped it

i chucked my burna phone into the bush yeah,

circa like 100 contacts on the books yeah

couple tickets bagging food enough to cook yeah

coulda got a charge like i was plugging goods

you don't want to know what i'm thinking

you don't want to know

i put 50 quid on horse yeah cos i was feeling alone

i went to the motherland, pops said it's imperative my narrative can understand

white still in my blood but know the blackside got the upper hand

I'm tentative when parenting becomes more than an xbox ban

that's text book for you relatives who call me fam but never rang?