17 And I ain't got a team nah
Just a white boy, chasing the dream I
Stay focused away from the media
Active, can't see me like Cena
17, And I'm making the scene I
Grind hard for a splash on my jeans
Stay woke cause I'm coming for the top
Too many people sleeping like bedtime
I drop a tune, and my phone goes crazy
Bare support, you man you pay me
But I get stressed when a friend says bell me
Left on read I turn blue like chelsea
I don't get much sleep it's worth it
But these bar's are a blessing and a curse it
Gets hard so I have to breath, cause I need
O2 like the mobile service
Done 2 years of CBT
With the doctors and therapists ABC
When I'm taking advice like CBD
Going psycho emitted like THC
In the comments I'm getting bare digs like JCB
There's good ones too but I only see bad ones when I broadcast things like BBC
Didn't know what got into me, never stunt for the likes, never stunt for gram
At the studio with KA had to sort myself in front of the cam
I got nervous, there's been times when I never had a purpose, slow down then try to Breath again because I need O2 Like the mobile service
Why d'ya know bout growing up fast all round me, pain hurt struggle and conflict
Phoned up bro bro said that I'm on this
Numbers started showing on graphs like profit
I put 2 2 both together just like a glass, gin, ice and tonic
But the way that I got here, can't explain that well, but please try clock it
Grew up in a small house, dad working out late, at the pantiles
And I was doing up school with bro, mum just working part time at a school house
To be fair at points quite stable income coming in smooth, and firm no table
Sounds good but those things on countdown
Like your phone when it gets disabled
Ahhh, think I'm gonna light a candle up
Never gonna celebrate til my plaques are up
Some of my family members, time is up
Make the most of your loved ones
One day they'll vanish, no David Blaine
They turn up then go like a takeaway
Like f*ck me can you magic the pain away
Huh? course not that's how life goes, jus like living on a tightrope, it goes clink clink Another drink, like the song by Spike Jones
For the people on the backroads
Never listen to the man sellin crack when they trap loads, aye, forget it
17, All my bro's get g checked
Feel like I've got more support, on a daily
Throwing myself in the deep end, strangers following, day 1s faded
17, And i still haven't blown yet
I'm ahead of game I'm like BST
You man are standard like GMT
I'm getting in cheques, not like CRB
Done gigs with a couple of my g's like gucci
Talking the hardest, town on lock doh, when we're shelling down sets on a sold out night, Everybody going mad like we just bought the stock home
On a Scandanvian wave, no way, we ain't deeping shit, like a pothole
Then Mark, went and filmed from the side
First footage of me and a mic, when I'm on role
Like, talk about people, never wanna be the one to miss a part 2 for the sequel
Backing man from the get go like the prequel
I don't wanna be you
My mind's in intensive care, but I see you
I'm good but I can't lie that nobody knows half of the shit that I've been through
Bro bro, got nicked and the house got raided
And the fed's they tipped my room, to find bits but they didn't, took ages
Cleaning up all of the shit that they created
Everytime that I f*ck up, I get so frustrated
Too much time thinking back to the past
Old days think twice m don't know where the days went
Sixteen when I wrote this
Seventeen when I dropped it
Like, I don't wanna take time, thinking bout
Wasted money everytime that I cop shit
My life get's stressful
I need to write down words on a pad so I can stack p, all to move in a flat
Or to fly somewhere that you don't pay tax
17 And I ain't got a team nah
Just a white boy, chasing the dream
I, stay focused away from media
Active, can't see me like Cena
17, and I'm making the scene I
Grind hard for a splash on my jeans
Stay woke cause I'm coming for the top
Too many people sleeping like bedtime
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17 And I ain't got a team nah
Just a white boy, chasing the dream I
Stay focused away from the media
Active, can't see me like Cena
17, And I'm making the scene I
Grind hard for a splash on my jeans
Stay woke cause I'm coming for the top
Too many people sleeping like bedtime
I drop a tune, and my phone goes crazy
Bare support, you man you pay me
But I get stressed when a friend says bell me
Left on read I turn blue like chelsea
I don't get much sleep it's worth it
But these bar's are a blessing and a curse it
Gets hard so I have to breath, cause I need
O2 like the mobile service
Done 2 years of CBT
With the doctors and therapists ABC
When I'm taking advice like CBD
Going psycho emitted like THC
In the comments I'm getting bare digs like JCB
There's good ones too but I only see bad ones when I broadcast things like BBC
Didn't know what got into me, never stunt for the likes, never stunt for gram
At the studio with KA had to sort myself in front of the cam
I got nervous, there's been times when I never had a purpose, slow down then try to Breath again because I need O2 Like the mobile service
Why d'ya know bout growing up fast all round me, pain hurt struggle and conflict
Phoned up bro bro said that I'm on this
Numbers started showing on graphs like profit
I put 2 2 both together just like a glass, gin, ice and tonic
But the way that I got here, can't explain that well, but please try clock it
Grew up in a small house, dad working out late, at the pantiles
And I was doing up school with bro, mum just working part time at a school house
To be fair at points quite stable income coming in smooth, and firm no table
Sounds good but those things on countdown
Like your phone when it gets disabled
Ahhh, think I'm gonna light a candle up
Never gonna celebrate til my plaques are up
Some of my family members, time is up
Make the most of your loved ones
One day they'll vanish, no David Blaine
They turn up then go like a takeaway
Like f*ck me can you magic the pain away
Huh? course not that's how life goes, jus like living on a tightrope, it goes clink clink Another drink, like the song by Spike Jones
For the people on the backroads
Never listen to the man sellin crack when they trap loads, aye, forget it
17, All my bro's get g checked
Feel like I've got more support, on a daily
Throwing myself in the deep end, strangers following, day 1s faded
17, And i still haven't blown yet
I'm ahead of game I'm like BST
You man are standard like GMT
I'm getting in cheques, not like CRB
Done gigs with a couple of my g's like gucci
Talking the hardest, town on lock doh, when we're shelling down sets on a sold out night, Everybody going mad like we just bought the stock home
On a Scandanvian wave, no way, we ain't deeping shit, like a pothole
Then Mark, went and filmed from the side
First footage of me and a mic, when I'm on role
Like, talk about people, never wanna be the one to miss a part 2 for the sequel
Backing man from the get go like the prequel
I don't wanna be you
My mind's in intensive care, but I see you
I'm good but I can't lie that nobody knows half of the shit that I've been through
Bro bro, got nicked and the house got raided
And the fed's they tipped my room, to find bits but they didn't, took ages
Cleaning up all of the shit that they created
Everytime that I f*ck up, I get so frustrated
Too much time thinking back to the past
Old days think twice m don't know where the days went
Sixteen when I wrote this
Seventeen when I dropped it
Like, I don't wanna take time, thinking bout
Wasted money everytime that I cop shit
My life get's stressful
I need to write down words on a pad so I can stack p, all to move in a flat
Or to fly somewhere that you don't pay tax
17 And I ain't got a team nah
Just a white boy, chasing the dream
I, stay focused away from media
Active, can't see me like Cena
17, and I'm making the scene I
Grind hard for a splash on my jeans
Stay woke cause I'm coming for the top
Too many people sleeping like bedtime
Just a white boy, chasing the dream I
Stay focused away from the media
Active, can't see me like Cena
17, And I'm making the scene I
Grind hard for a splash on my jeans
Stay woke cause I'm coming for the top
Too many people sleeping like bedtime
I drop a tune, and my phone goes crazy
Bare support, you man you pay me
But I get stressed when a friend says bell me
Left on read I turn blue like chelsea
I don't get much sleep it's worth it
But these bar's are a blessing and a curse it
Gets hard so I have to breath, cause I need
O2 like the mobile service
Done 2 years of CBT
With the doctors and therapists ABC
When I'm taking advice like CBD
Going psycho emitted like THC
In the comments I'm getting bare digs like JCB
There's good ones too but I only see bad ones when I broadcast things like BBC
Didn't know what got into me, never stunt for the likes, never stunt for gram
At the studio with KA had to sort myself in front of the cam
I got nervous, there's been times when I never had a purpose, slow down then try to Breath again because I need O2 Like the mobile service
Why d'ya know bout growing up fast all round me, pain hurt struggle and conflict
Phoned up bro bro said that I'm on this
Numbers started showing on graphs like profit
I put 2 2 both together just like a glass, gin, ice and tonic
But the way that I got here, can't explain that well, but please try clock it
Grew up in a small house, dad working out late, at the pantiles
And I was doing up school with bro, mum just working part time at a school house
To be fair at points quite stable income coming in smooth, and firm no table
Sounds good but those things on countdown
Like your phone when it gets disabled
Ahhh, think I'm gonna light a candle up
Never gonna celebrate til my plaques are up
Some of my family members, time is up
Make the most of your loved ones
One day they'll vanish, no David Blaine
They turn up then go like a takeaway
Like f*ck me can you magic the pain away
Huh? course not that's how life goes, jus like living on a tightrope, it goes clink clink Another drink, like the song by Spike Jones
For the people on the backroads
Never listen to the man sellin crack when they trap loads, aye, forget it
17, All my bro's get g checked
Feel like I've got more support, on a daily
Throwing myself in the deep end, strangers following, day 1s faded
17, And i still haven't blown yet
I'm ahead of game I'm like BST
You man are standard like GMT
I'm getting in cheques, not like CRB
Done gigs with a couple of my g's like gucci
Talking the hardest, town on lock doh, when we're shelling down sets on a sold out night, Everybody going mad like we just bought the stock home
On a Scandanvian wave, no way, we ain't deeping shit, like a pothole
Then Mark, went and filmed from the side
First footage of me and a mic, when I'm on role
Like, talk about people, never wanna be the one to miss a part 2 for the sequel
Backing man from the get go like the prequel
I don't wanna be you
My mind's in intensive care, but I see you
I'm good but I can't lie that nobody knows half of the shit that I've been through
Bro bro, got nicked and the house got raided
And the fed's they tipped my room, to find bits but they didn't, took ages
Cleaning up all of the shit that they created
Everytime that I f*ck up, I get so frustrated
Too much time thinking back to the past
Old days think twice m don't know where the days went
Sixteen when I wrote this
Seventeen when I dropped it
Like, I don't wanna take time, thinking bout
Wasted money everytime that I cop shit
My life get's stressful
I need to write down words on a pad so I can stack p, all to move in a flat
Or to fly somewhere that you don't pay tax
17 And I ain't got a team nah
Just a white boy, chasing the dream
I, stay focused away from media
Active, can't see me like Cena
17, and I'm making the scene I
Grind hard for a splash on my jeans
Stay woke cause I'm coming for the top
Too many people sleeping like bedtime
Writer: Harvey Marwood
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid