The View (feat. M.A.C.)

Focus on the finer things in life, can you feel it? can you feel it
Nah I ain't talking wine or shiny dimes, can you feel it? can you see it
I'm on about the yellow thing up in the sky, can you feel it? so tell me can you see it
Now take a look back look at The View

Well I ain't gonna sit here and think about it
Cuz the suns coming up but your thoughts will cloud it
We all got doubts around it
And when the fights around you're
Flipping the vision to see that you're winning

It's only gonna put you in the pole position
You're grinning, Cuz I'm insisting
The rhythm I'm twisting is irrisisting
The shit you're existing with

Turning up in a bit
I'm turning with the bits
And with a view that will move your mood

To check if it fits, I'll ask you to remove your doo
And see if it's your wig that splits
I'm just taking the piss
But quick, gotta make a joke so they'll think that I'm slick

I'm so ill that I'm sick
The first time I got my prick played with
Man I was just 6 and now that laughter's fixed your mood
And changed your view, It's time that I moved on too

Back in day batting, hand me the racket
Watch it rocket, I got it up to Orion, belter
Did you clock it
Clocking the rocket it's in my pocket

Surprised NASA ain't offered me a job yeah
Strolling into NASS I'm in space there
What a view chilling on the moon, tinny in my hand
Rolly Banks in the background ye what a tune

Come back in a month, next week or later today
Familiar face, mates rates, wait til pay day
Are you okay mate nah wait, what
Forgot what I was gonna say

But when you're in the Inner City and you're cruising the vicinity
It's hard to find serenity, unless you know your spots
Lying back on the grass it feels cotch
Take a second or two to just watch

Focus on the finer things in life, can you feel it? can you feel it
Nah I ain't talking wine or shiny dimes, can you feel it? can you see it
I'm on about the yellow thing up in the sky, can you feel it? so tell me can you see it
Now take a look back look at The View
It ain't so bad look what you got into

Moving on to a better place, upping the pace
Can't be faced with another fucking layer cake
But when I wake there'll be another beat that shakes
I'll say yeah like the ones that Cameron makes

Great mates move more than the Earth that quakes
They create a space for pressure to escape
And now I'm back in the room my eyes do dilate
For another opportunity, We won't wait

Can you see that? it's the scenery
It's more than just the greenery
To find out what it means to me
An open space for me to breathe
Spitting with ease Living la vida loca
Now can you see?
I mean, we got the trees around
There's grass upon the ground
No need to grind it up it's already ground down
Take a trip tonight, ye I'm off to Brown Town
I'll be back in the morning though
Yeah that's sound