Back down to Earth, so I thought
Pick up the mike and just drown in thought
Maybe If I didn’t tell her sorry she would be cure
I can still hear the liquor pour. I’m too small in music to stop
I guess these thoughts sit with me like an annoying boss
Just wanted to make music when David Koch was managing at Chelsea

Just wanna see a beach where I don’t see flashbacks to when I got stabbed
Not saying it was Croyde – I love that place
Only place where I can stay unaware of the pain I fear. like Skrepta
It’s the same old story, never try and be an MC, it ain’t as easy as it seems

I lovе explaining to people what raw rеally means
It’s standing in the shadow of shit I’ve done
People saying the boy with the perm won’t make it
He’s just lil criminal shit, he won’t be rich
I’ll still imagine balling like Roddy Rich
There’s still a lot to my story, but for now it’s Mancunian MC’s rant over