I heard your tape was that a project, or a Gucci advert
Sounds like you need designer for your self esteem
Money buys pride but it sells a dream
Your souls tainted then its dirty but the shelves are clean
Making quick visits to the cemetery
Struggle with the chemistry
There's chemical imbalance, say that unapologetically
If my talent fails then this as big as I will ever be
At least I wrote No More Candles when I was seventeen
I blink another days over
I barely moved I'm like my Dr Dre poster but these days its Daytoner
If you know you know the games we play we take over
More range than a fucking Range Rover
Maria Sharapova cause I'm talented but I fail every drug test
Saturday's be looking like a fuck fest
So I'm spitting lyrics to my missus as she's getting undressed
Guess we both got things we need to get off our chest
My people getting COVID and that's so annoying
That shit make her kiss me thru the phone I feel like Soulja Boy
Pictures with my guy, but I lost the fucking polaroid
These rappers say the same shit you judge em by their tone of voice
Deep that
That ain't wordplay that's a synonym
I did that in year 8, I weren't fucking listening
Struggling to process all these other rappers twittering
Think my thoughts personal, and I think that's what the difference is
Seven days a week I'm thinking 24s
Following the snow its like we're seven dwarves
Screaming for success but now there's plenty more
I'll explain the rest when I'm at heavens door
All the shit he never saw
Hearts keep bleeding I need menopause
If we could have a handshake
You would feel my hand shake
I need sweet bud, sugar, lemon that's a pancake
Lying if I told you that I'm focused on my bad days
But bite me till you blow cause I'm a hand grenade
And fuck you if you doubted me
Why should I look up to people knowing they look down on me
When bar for bar they wouldn't last a round with me
Big up all the people that surrounded me, look out for me and never let the noise start drowning me
This is wind in your face music
This ain't Songer this is James music
Why am I awake music
Fly me up to space music
Sipping spirits but I don't like the taste music
Ask me why I make music
Bro even my names music
Songer means to think in French, the fucking irony
It's weird how everything makes sense, it's all aligned for me
I'm honest and I love my friends, I know they'd ride for me
I doubt they'll ever cop me a watch, but they got time for me
Anxiety is not the type to level up careers
Meghan Markle I ain't levelling with peers
We're different ball parks
They love an underdog but only till the dog barks
They don't understand me till the song starts
And truth say I'm way too familiar in my own company
So my familia and me just start our own company
Every day I'm saddened by my own country
So sitting down and watching football's where my souls comfy
Sounds pathetic, facts are facts, and you can all judge me
Cause all you judge is Louis Walsh who gives a fuck regardless
I was privileged as a kid my mind is fucked regardless
They're holding blades up to my throat, don't wanna trust the barbers
That's just paranoia speaking
Avoid the demon, all my boys are dreamin
Sky high visions, barbeque gardens
Ask the questions, but they never answer true answers
I just maximise potential off a few chances
Tell me how I'm gassed to go on stage
But I'm shook to answer phone calls
Words get delayed this ain't pro tools
Certain shit would happen
It's like I can't control my whole hopefuls
But still I round money, that's dough balls
Good hearts, I got one
Hypocrites, I'm top one
I'm telling you that ain't shit sweet
But sugar and my god son
Hypocrites, I'm top one
Good hearts, I got one
Ain't shit sweet but
Sugar and my god son
I'm tryna move the goalposts, switching up a no no
But telling me I've changed, I fucking hope so
Man are next to die like Sissoko
Wrong league like Sanogo
In my bank I want the Maccy D's logo
Stop playin' with me