Birdseye View
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(I keep on rolling up the)
I keep on rolling up the sweet but it won't substitute you
I bought a membership to gym, tryna run into you
I wanna love you, same time, I gotta run these bands up
I need a birdseye view, and you can't understand that
I'm with a boot and my ooter who'll do you two times
Them man are crabs in a bucket for the limelight
I think you, I think you must have me fucked up
Fam, I gotta get the check, then I'm headin' home boy
I know what it feels like to split racks with my homeboy
Please don't watch their thing, that's all just for show boy
(That's all just for show boy, trust me)
Look at all the lies they feed, brainwashing you and me
How could I doubt myself? Got me feeling like a neek
And you're not trying to work, I done did a thousand weeks
My mummy needs it more than me
And you know I stay true to myself, you kna
Trophy on the shelf, you kna
South London, yeah you kna
Smoking like a rasta
Talking all that ra ra
Rare tier, bla bla
Rappers coming like my sons, I am the father
I keep on rolling up the sweet but it won't substitute you
I bought a membership to gym, tryna run into you
I wanna love you, same time, I gotta run these bands up
I need a birdseye view, and you can't understand that
I'm with a boot and my ooter who'll do you two times
Them man are crabs in a bucket for the limelight
I think you, I think you must have me fucked up
Give me a reason, I just feel like leaving
What's really real and I'm dreaming?
And you can't see how I see it, or feel it
Please make it make sense
Million lights in my eyes
And it still don't make sense
And, emotional wreck
When, mad at bro, lost my head
He prolly thinks I'm a mess
I'm workin' on how I vent
But from a check to a check
I fold cash like eggs
I'm diggin' deep in my pocket, if mum talking 'bout rent
Skrt skrt from a pagan, that is a pure fresh
They love when you up
When you down it's all mess
Old school, one tens
Chest work, no legs
You've been quick to make a move
Should've known this was chess
You
Tryna run into you
You
Yeah
I keep on rolling up the sweet but it won't substitute you, you know
Take your place, I even bought a membership to gym, tryna run into you
You know, bumped into you
You know, I wanna love you, same time, I gotta run these bands up
I bought to get a chick and got get a bag
You know, I need, I need a birdseye view, and you can't understand that
(I keep on rolling up the)
I keep on rolling up the sweet but it won't substitute you
I bought a membership to gym, tryna run into you
I wanna love you, same time, I gotta run these bands up
I need a birdseye view, and you can't understand that
I'm with a boot and my ooter who'll do you two times
Them man are crabs in a bucket for the limelight
I think you, I think you must have me fucked up
Fam, I gotta get the check, then I'm headin' home boy
I know what it feels like to split racks with my homeboy
Please don't watch their thing, that's all just for show boy
(That's all just for show boy, trust me)
Look at all the lies they feed, brainwashing you and me
How could I doubt myself? Got me feeling like a neek
And you're not trying to work, I done did a thousand weeks
My mummy needs it more than me
And you know I stay true to myself, you kna
Trophy on the shelf, you kna
South London, yeah you kna
Smoking like a rasta
Talking all that ra ra
Rare tier, bla bla
Rappers coming like my sons, I am the father
I keep on rolling up the sweet but it won't substitute you
I bought a membership to gym, tryna run into you
I wanna love you, same time, I gotta run these bands up
I need a birdseye view, and you can't understand that
I'm with a boot and my ooter who'll do you two times
Them man are crabs in a bucket for the limelight
I think you, I think you must have me fucked up
Give me a reason, I just feel like leaving
What's really real and I'm dreaming?
And you can't see how I see it, or feel it
Please make it make sense
Million lights in my eyes
And it still don't make sense
And, emotional wreck
When, mad at bro, lost my head
He prolly thinks I'm a mess
I'm workin' on how I vent
But from a check to a check
I fold cash like eggs
I'm diggin' deep in my pocket, if mum talking 'bout rent
Skrt skrt from a pagan, that is a pure fresh
They love when you up
When you down it's all mess
Old school, one tens
Chest work, no legs
You've been quick to make a move
Should've known this was chess
You
Tryna run into you
You
Yeah
I keep on rolling up the sweet but it won't substitute you, you know
Take your place, I even bought a membership to gym, tryna run into you
You know, bumped into you
You know, I wanna love you, same time, I gotta run these bands up
I bought to get a chick and got get a bag
You know, I need, I need a birdseye view, and you can't understand that
Credits
Writer(s): Amandeep Dhaliwal, Samuel Niiodoi Davies
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