Its about time I came And killed this game 8months in No money few fans And no fame Go down in history As just a wasted talent Its such a shame Instead of making moves Im just giving them room Remember my name Didnt you get the memo? Preaching my music Didnt you hear my demo? Real name dont matter Im senseless For real now Need to better myself I guess I better stop this I cant work out how Im like devlin Ill sleep when Im dead I dont roll with Perry Im not Kevin I dont care what you said How can politics sleep People live without A roof over their heads Forget your two meat and veg Some people cant even afford Bread You dont smoke But youre rolling like dice Dont do speed But youre snorting like its nothing And you say its fucking nice Fakes turn up Youre unaware of it You dont see them coming You want pain just look Into my past You want lies Just Search for the truth behind My laugh Lets throw it back Its like my time to shine Straight up I love the light Shit That goes way back Got advice from pelts, ziey East green I hear that Thinking bout what Im saying Cos you just snap Got my main ones on my back I got theirs they got mine Left a few stuck up in that Trap Asking me whats good Like chip Dont worry bout me Dont worry bout Me im fine Even though I did it Still denied I pushed it to The limit You man are gassed up Find some sick beat But your dead bars Killed it Take a year out the game Come back and drop some Sick shit Be yourself learn to have Some morals You got none you dipstick Dont end up on my hit list Critically you got nothing I guess you slipped prick When Im out you cant Reach me I roll without my phone with me Take time out Tryna relax and socialise Some people dont understand They dont see the effort They dont realise I deny it not guilty till Im proven Even if its all lies Like Sam smith said I never love you like I can Just be aware My Twitter blows up Every time I gain a new fan Its not my fault I gotta put the time in Sometimes you wont see me If I didnt Id get no where And probably sink Believe me My account aint there To pree Its there for my promotion Why cant you see Sometimes I feel like walking Away And losing it all Thinking if its meant to be It will be But I come back to my senses Im not completely senseless Even if My name is Im constantly working Its like I drop an Ep Then its Straight back to work My mates are doing fine But they never put the time in And its starting to hurt Still Causing pain It wasnt my intention I didnt even flirt Music is my therapy So its Back to work Think of some metaphors Back to writing a verse It actually helps for days But sometimes it makes The situation worse Getting into arguments On a daily basis I dont know what to say I guess Ive kinda faded
senseless, back, 8months, didnt, ziey