I'm getting bored of this decor
Spilled the weed up on the floor
Getting bored of being broke a boy
Said that we ain't tryna die quick
Think sometimes I'm way too honest
I'm not emotional I'm just an artist
Spent some afternoons in Dalston market
I reminisce my bliss and then forget it
Trying to take a philly out to Prague
To kick it we was bugging
To grab a Benz that was yute was bluffing
Had to cut some ties and fuck around like it was nothing
Had them darker days they went away
98 them days it's 2020 how we see it now
I've been about like whose about
I'll be back in south from like an hour now
Keep it down trying to hold it down
I've been brooding with chest up
Don't include me as an extra
I dunno how this will end
Chasing my patience avoiding my friends
Trying to view life from different lens
Trying to be cautious when scribbling pen
I'm with these niggas but most aren't my friends
I promise I promise this is my last blem
The very next day and I say it again
Hold me to my patience I've been lacking patience we ain't moving as
21 I feel nothing now and all I'm hearings what's
Inner-city living all I hear is police sirens saying
Colour indigo all she sees is gold
Still at vaseline and she got the green all we seem to do is
I ain't Stepping outside staying inside cause it's too cold cold cold
Bad days we've had bad days
So I guess it's time we better go go go
There are some things better left unsaid I don't wanna know know know