Josh. - Wannabe Lyrics

This is a great British bake off
Smoke with my crew till we take off
Fill any room with a late drop
Kill any loop when the words strong
Making saves like Buffon
Minimum, minimum, minimum, chance
Gotta make moves, advances
Gotta get people glancing
Get um all up and chanting
Gotta make shit enchanting
Listen my voice enhances
All of your ears, expanding
All of my beats are landing
In the rooms of the ones who felt it
Fill em up, fill em up, fill em up, once
If you want more better come with the tender
I don't be, I don't be running through knots
Say your price so I know you're agenda
I be cutting through the plots
Look to the future I'm on a bender
I wear my pendant
I move so independent
Wanna be, a shock to the world and economy
Follow me, if you wants dreams in reality
So you gonna be, up here or you wanna be
Tired of waiting moving forward no matter what they're telling me
Wanna be, a shock to the world and economy
Follow me, if you wants dreams in reality
So you gonna be, up here or you wanna be
Tired of waiting moving forward no matter what they're telling me
Sit with me, I'm feeling free, enticing leads to better things
Every leap is keeping me from losing springs I oughta be
I tried out a bunch of things but music speaks to me
See
I took out the middle part I made a start
I have my means
Enemy of a remedy
Steady feet
Starting to have tendencies
Told you a wanna be
High where the stars'll be
I'm good so copy me
Fall back in my flat and top
What I wrote I will not flop
Don't battle me I won't stop
Round your neck I'll tie a knot
Wanna be, a shock to the world and economy
Follow me, if you wants dreams in reality
So you gonna be, up here or you wanna be
Tired of waiting moving forward no matter what they're telling me
Wanna be, a shock to the world and economy
Follow me, if you wants dreams in reality
So you gonna be, up here or you wanna be
Tired of waiting moving forward no matter what they're telling me
Every minute is a given
Like a test I wanna kill it
Under skin like a splinter
Any BPM I'm a killer
Tell the teacher that I'm the on that matters
You're so rude, sit down I'll teach you manners
Is it really?
That time we're getting eary
Set up and clearly
When am here you should fear me
Want to cheer me?
Go ahead I'm feeling like am nearly at the point to move not sober you should beer me
I wanna feast
Wake up the beast in me
I wanna treat
The fam to a life so clean
I wanna be
Everything that I need
Feel like a got the grease
Lightning in my feet
So now you've heard what I said
I'm a ten out of ten out of ten out of ten
Finally found my calling again
Was a bit caught on the fence, caught a cent of the pence so I'm this again
Addicted to the paper and pen