ROOM 2 (feat. Lee Scott & Black Josh)
Uh
Woke up with a newfound optimism
Molotov cocktail half full, on a mission (Bang)
Chin raised, twenty-metre grin
Flip the do not disturb sign, let the cleaners in (Let 'em in)
Leave a flim, don't make a sound (Shh)
Hell can be a nice place if you know your way around (Uh)
Breaking ground while you lay it down
Snatch your paper crown, vacate the town with the jewels
Like it's your last day in school
Spilling Clase Azul in the pool
Let fate do it's thing, chilling in the side car
I make a dive bar feel like a five-star
And always keep something in the stash
It took a while, but it can crumble in a flash
That's the part people are most happy to see (Uh)
But it's all about the rise, so it don't matter to me
Said it don't matter to me, said it don't matter to me
Room 2, that's where I'll be, said room 2, that's where I'll be
Said it don't matter to me, said it don't matter to me
Room 2, that's where I'll be, said room 2, that's where I'll be
Uh-uh, check myself into room 2 (Ayy)
I needed room to breathe, you needed room too (To breathe)
I'm staying there through the week, I'll see you soon
Or once every blue moon if the feeling's mutual
Then greeted with open arms, goodbyes, and funerals (Mwah)
Sucks on the smoke, a line dragged like a pool cue
Got a hunch like Notre-Dame, this one is brutal
Towel down when you close the door, could be crucial, mmm
A worldwide could rap with speech impediment and two-wheel dirt bike (Skrrt, skrrt)
Looking good in the mirror, but even better in your girl's eyes
Clothes everywhere, Adidas on the table, that's blurred lines
Writing "Fuck off" on the do not disturb sign, said it don't matter to me
If it don't or it happens to be, that's what it happens to be
Charge it to the game, I didn't ask for receipts
Tell 'em again
Said it don't matter to me, said it don't matter to me
Room 2, that's where I'll be, said room 2, that's where I'll be
Said it don't matter to me, said it don't matter to me
Room 2, that's where I'll be, said room 2, that's where I'll be
Woke up with a newfound optimism
Molotov cocktail half full, on a mission (Bang)
Chin raised, twenty-metre grin
Flip the do not disturb sign, let the cleaners in (Let 'em in)
Leave a flim, don't make a sound (Shh)
Hell can be a nice place if you know your way around (Uh)
Breaking ground while you lay it down
Snatch your paper crown, vacate the town with the jewels
Like it's your last day in school
Spilling Clase Azul in the pool
Let fate do it's thing, chilling in the side car
I make a dive bar feel like a five-star
And always keep something in the stash
It took a while, but it can crumble in a flash
That's the part people are most happy to see (Uh)
But it's all about the rise, so it don't matter to me
Said it don't matter to me, said it don't matter to me
Room 2, that's where I'll be, said room 2, that's where I'll be
Said it don't matter to me, said it don't matter to me
Room 2, that's where I'll be, said room 2, that's where I'll be
Uh-uh, check myself into room 2 (Ayy)
I needed room to breathe, you needed room too (To breathe)
I'm staying there through the week, I'll see you soon
Or once every blue moon if the feeling's mutual
Then greeted with open arms, goodbyes, and funerals (Mwah)
Sucks on the smoke, a line dragged like a pool cue
Got a hunch like Notre-Dame, this one is brutal
Towel down when you close the door, could be crucial, mmm
A worldwide could rap with speech impediment and two-wheel dirt bike (Skrrt, skrrt)
Looking good in the mirror, but even better in your girl's eyes
Clothes everywhere, Adidas on the table, that's blurred lines
Writing "Fuck off" on the do not disturb sign, said it don't matter to me
If it don't or it happens to be, that's what it happens to be
Charge it to the game, I didn't ask for receipts
Tell 'em again
Said it don't matter to me, said it don't matter to me
Room 2, that's where I'll be, said room 2, that's where I'll be
Said it don't matter to me, said it don't matter to me
Room 2, that's where I'll be, said room 2, that's where I'll be
Credits
Writer(s): Lee Scott, Callum Rowlands, Timothy Francis Lee, Black Josh
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