Lines, don't lose sleep over the opinion of sheep Nothing seems real till it lands at your feet We all pay bills, I got gaps in my teeth It never gave me luck, they're just gaps in my teeth I smile a lot, why not? Fine girls getting eyed up It's best to keep your eyes shut Too nice to keep my eyes off That's fresh cake, hands off Crushed grapes and bake off I always take days off Praying that it pays off Stereotype me as a waster See myself like a bedore Never been a faker Baby boy from the manger East Midlands popper Pocker think I'm selling A-class Went to see a doctor He said my life was made up What you do with no options? Like a squirrel for an acorn Pulling out my hair I ain't getting off camera Searching for God at the end of the rainbow I'm at the end of brick road Doing up angel Did I do it cause I say so? In vago king I ain't trying to get a bagel Life of a sin Can you give the boy a halo? Can you give the boy a blight? I'm just trying to get by, always told me lies Now they stood outside Praying I'd demise I'm an eagle flying Through the breeze, they chat, I glide Last days, I'm Jesus Christ They're nice when I'm tight as nice Like your girl's cooking, like your mom's E9 Like your girl's cooking, like your mom's E9 This one's for the ladies Cause they have our babies And they drive us crazy But they made us men This one's for the ladies Cause they have our babies And they drive us crazy But they made us men Phone in my foot, no one to help me out I'm not on pure, neither good, like that's not allowed I tried talking to God, can you help me out? Never got a response, only asked since a child Been on short on trial, I'm sure that I walked this aisle Caught this flight, deja vu Already lived this life, so the path that I'm on, yeah, this one's mine No more sleep, no more lines No more breaching, no more fines No more tag and no more nights In on the curfew, early night No more job seekers No more team leaders, rimping leaders No more swinging out fights Everybody swinging out knives Like nobody dies But it's comeback season I'll come back when I'll come back needed Man like Lil' Joe, I'm squeezing Probably smoke more, I'm leaning Eight-year-old blowbacks, breathing Nowadays, cognac sipping Back then, scrumpy sipping Lamborghini, never walk a brini Gotta find my A-brakes Them sell themselves short for flavours I wouldn't sell myself out for a bill and acres I want a wife that's gracious Then we can get a yard that's big and Barbados I appreciate queens cause they made us I'll pour the sea, what's your fragrance? Tasting like babies Put me in a spell like Saiyans Shout out when it's rainy Bob Marley, what's your preference? This one's for the, hey This one's for the, hey This one's for the Cette This one's for the ladies Cause they have all babies And they drive us crazy But they made us me This one's for the ladies Cause they have all babies Yeah, they drive us crazy But they made us me