[Intro]
Last year was good
The year before was good
But things got deep
I'm feelin' better
Things got better
It's all sweet
Label's got budget there, but things are tight, it can't be freed
Alright then
Alright, so to speak
Label got budget there, 'nuff budget there, but not for me

[Verse 1]
What do you mean?
In my eyes, what do you see?
Probably nothing Must be lean
Where I'm from, you don't do that
Where I'm from, they know me
They know Harv if they know beats
Boundary Road, that's my street
I grew up there, know that's me
I'm on smoke and don't smoke weed
Long nights, stuck outside
Rather be stuck inside
Golden house, Sunday night
Know that I seen off, duck and rice
Real people tough to find
Most people duck and hide
Most people close the blinds
It's easier to pay no mind
[Verse 2]
I can't let off
I don't wanna talk about it, just pen off
That's how I deal with things and get off
That's how I feel about things I been on
I was up early, milks and Kellogg
I was in Manchester with family
I was in Leeds when I slapped his head off
Give me a thing to benefit off
Calm, gimme a thing to feel zen off
Got so much music there that
I could have a greatest hits or best of
I don't wanna make or break year then what
I don't wanna find I've more things to spend on
Should slow down or then what
Just keep goin' until my head's gone
That's not really it
You're signed to a major
Do some modelling, but you're really shit
Don't matter the time of day you drop
Does it really tick?
Ten thousand people bought my tickets
'Cause I really spit
With budget, I'd be really big

[Outro]
But they ain't got that
So for now
It's the golden house
Golden hour in the Malvern hills
And yeah, but I do miss south