Um, today's the 30th of August

Its like my- last couple few days, uh- back home, back in the Z

Yeah man, shit was a nice ass holiday bruh

I needed this shit for real, I honestly did

Shit man, I feel like I'm- y'know, losing myself out there

So, I just needed to take a break, recharge

So, I could get back- , back onto the High End y'know, back onto the High End

Oh, happy birthday by the way

Same old people keep telling me I’m going places

Sometimes I feel like it don’t count till it’s new faces

But they don’t get it, they ain’t been inside my laces

Camera keep rollin', don't let go, you by the basement

Ain't no grey, it's just black and white

Ain't no middle, it's just left and right

You don't remember if you laugh or cry

In the dumps, then you catchin' flights

6 feet or you're in the sky

Only see you when you really shine

Only askin' if you got the time

They qeueing up just to hit my line

Ain't drop for months cause I took my time,

Bitch I'm a chess player

Used to be square, iPad with the earphones,

Like it was cassette-player

Every weekend walked out on the pitch,

Used to think that I was the best player

UK boarding school my foundation,

Daddy the brick layer

Girl, this summer back home was way too fuckin' fun man

I learned to ki- kite-surf bro, my cousin got too turnt, that ****-

That **** passed out on the beach twice, on the same night ****

Shit was too crazy man, too crazy

It's funny like, literally the next day, we went jet-skiing, like the whole fam

Me, Ryan, Isam, my brother

And, that **** was still fuckin' hungover bro, **** need to go to Zanzibar for real

Like, we next up

This is the life that I live

Went to the beach party with my cousin, then went straight to the gym

Skinny ****, still get it in

Five mojitos, still stackin' mint

Balcony views, purple horizon like I'm in seal

56 nights bitch I'm here

Bitch we was whippin' them jet-skiis

Isam nearly crashed in the jeti

Shit was pitch black, the sea masked up, the water was reachin' our neckies

Ain't no way I'm wearin' a tech fleece

Always reppin' the shorts and a baggy tee

It's "Sweet to be Greek" 1970's

I bought that shirt on a thrift in New York

Same old people keep telling me I’m going places

Sometimes I feel like it don’t count till it’s new faces

But they don’t get it, they ain’t been inside my laces

Camera keep rollin', keep smiling, you at the High End