uh.. yo rec turn the metronome off g. haha, got a couple things to say right now yemme, yemme haha. oi.
verse 1 /
venting, cutting against the grain the grain but nothing against 'em, hence why i'm running away from all of these mad intentions, pretensions of all of my peeps that borderline tweak my engines, I'm ending my battle of hastings out of my way pretending, brethren I'm spitting the flow till listeners know it's leverage, beverage; I be spitting so much possibly more than God intended; questions.. questioning the quest I'm fucking blessed in, thinking to myself if I was another nigga would i recommend this uh? of course I'll fucking recommend it I'm tryna show them whether it's awesome or a wreck I'll mend it. I'm fucking awesome and it's evident and if they catch on then it's unfortunate for veterans more awkward than an elevator torture, spitting out this negative bug hope it ain't caught ya, I'm everybody's detriment my g you've been warned blood, everybody's detriment my g you've been warned blood one blood
some days, some days. sometimes we fold and give ourselves to the world. but in one way, one way, I'll find the token to accepting your flaws
verse 2 /
uh picturing this, think I just fell in love with the last bitch on my list, she was rebelling - drugs, sex tales in to the mist. but she's the realest girl I met, straight in for the kiss ain't this an abyss, none of this shit was planned, can't lie people like her make the best of a man, my stress levels span out of control left her for ransom, never had a threesome but I've had to cos I'm handsome uh. fucking wanker in the darkest you won't understand it, might make some friends that are living on another planet or another city cos I don't feel london's with me, it's silly cos londonese mixtape will flag it sticky, still I coulda been road, I could still be shottin po and it's tempting a nigga because my mula's been broke but this is meant to be nigga, you're never ending me, sick of these rappers feelings I ain't looking for your empathy nigga.
verse 3 /
accept mans flaws and I'll accept yours, just let mans claws into the the next doors, just let mans ornaments set score, respect my worst and my best scores, lurking the nest? surface the mess, because it starts burning when niggas bursting your chest, everybody is a hater when you show them you're the best and they ain't getting no credit for shit they're tryna suppress that's why we keep on falling.
(we keep on falling back)