[Intro: Kojey Radical]
It's spiritual man, it's spiritual

Cradle yourself like a foetus
Pray that your makers love you
Accept your conviction with conviction
You love this now, hardly surprising
Sit and watch your 4 fathers
Give you goals with no guidance
Play both child and parent as you father this talent
You can if you must
But if you stray too far from the sand box
There is no one you can run to
You can only cradle yourself like a foetus
And pray that your makers love you
I pray that your makers love you
Damn

[Hook]
I wanna know if I
Am running laps inside your mind?
Am I? Am I?

[Verse 1]
A Prisoner of my thoughts
Until the first day I came out of pen
I mean released the ink out my pen
Ayo here we go again
I swear you couldn't place an odd on this crazy
Event
Lyrical aliens and solar systems
Bipolar visions showing symptoms of endless wisdom
Socially blind brothers walking in to prisms
And disengaging with the one gift the lord has given
Life
Reality speaks in different colours
But if you're Always in the shade man then I won't bother
Dem never listen to their inner psyche
Seems like they hear dreadful like Lauryn hill in the 90's
I mean full of dreads unlock the mystery
A myth to me is a restricted possibility
See love is braille to a non blind man
Cah they can feel it but more time they don't understand
Damn
[Verse 2]
My brains full of pixelated rainbows
I swear to you she beautiful but far from an angel
Her hair under a red bee-nie as a halo
And if life's like a movie Im playing the Michael Caine role
Cah my name Michael not Harry Brown
Black boy from AY that's the common ground
She says my name rings bells no playing round
A few boxes of Rekorderlig its going down
Green ammi in her blunt (Wait)
A madderness we're turnt all the way up
Inhale like Im from Totty
No chips got me moving spiritual like monks what the fu-
And all this stress got her chain smoking zoots
Go to sleep then wake and bake Ocean Drive Drew (Cupcakes)
Far from a deadfreak so I tell her light the fire
That used to burn inside her after 10 bottles of cider
Mind

[Bridge]

[Verse 3]
White lines and 20 notes
Homeless folk and tatted arms covered in bible quotes
And i've switched it up
And the flow might have changed
But the passion don't and the passion won't
Im on my Charlie Black ish Im destined to make it
Promote the opposite of pretence we never fake it
This music thing's like overnight lesbians
Coz getting a deal and coming out straight is so overrated
Unis done I told my mum I got a 2:1
Graduation come and she was like 'Yeah that's my son'
The smile on her face could revive fallen leaves
From the ground back to the trees in the autumn
And Im writing this song so you dunknow
Ima fly or die kinda guy never lie when I flow
Kinda random like scandal (Woah)
Ima holistic individual but never in Hollister this is orphan flow
King
[Hook]
I wanna know if I
Am running laps inside your mind?
Am I, Am I, Am I
I wanna know if I
Am running laps inside your mind?
Am I, Am I, Am I
I wanna know if I
Am running all these laps inside your mind?
Am I (your mind)
Wanna know if I
Am running laps inside your mind?
Am I, Am I, Am I