7Am (feat. Bawo)
(Show dem think I gotta show dem)
(Show dem think I gotta wait wait)
7AM
But this shit keep me up
Night missions got your boy
Waiting on a Prius
And my old shit
Way better than your deluxe
7AM cos it's carpe diem
Aye
I write for myself cos it's therapeutic
I write for the ones that may never do this
I write for the kids cos they message me
Talking bout when you gon drop that new shit
I'm too in my head that's why I'm not cooling
I'm too in my bread for a heavy snoozing
I think bout my mum and her sacrifices
And how she can't settle on
What this life is
Hands on the wheel
But I got no license
Have you got the bruddahs
You'll ride or die with?
I'm talking bout move wigs
Dealing with all of the mood swings
Days when we had all the food split
Tesco boys using a few quid
Ah yeah
Where were you?
P's back garden we were sharing zoots
Had a pop shield I was staring through
Mattress on the wall that repaired a booth
Niggas in the club being bare aloof
In their head think they're the truth
Grew up round the set
So you scaring who?
Scaring who?
(Show dem,think you gotta show dem)
7AM
But this shit keep me up
Wait
7AM
But this shit keep me up
Night missions got your boy
Waiting on a Prius
And my old shit
Way better than your deluxe
7AM cos it's carpe diem
7AM
But this shit keep me up
Night missions got your boy
Waiting on a Prius
And my old shit
Way better than your deluxe
7AM cos it's carpe diem
Stack up with your Killy dem
No one left behind we said
Go get dat on foot or ped
System said "black man fi dead"
06:52
Already hit me a lick let's move
Tryna legit get me a suit
I guess I'll commit,who would've knew?
I had a rip,in most of my shoes
She don't wanna link,there's not enough views
A couple of ticks she left it on blue
I know what it is (Is it?)
I get it
I was on tills
Packing your bags
The bread and the milk
The cash in ya hands
I copped me a grill
They don't understand like nothing is real
"Who is this man?"
Messed up my back from filling the vans
Developed a knack for "this isn't that"
Couple of pillows I needed a booth
How could I sleep on the truth?
Nah,bun that shit
7AM
But this shit keep me up
Wait
7AM
But this shit keep me up
Night missions got your boy
Waiting on a Prius
And my old shit
Way better than your deluxe
7AM cos it's carpe diem
7AM
But this shit keep me up
Night missions got your boy
Waiting on a Prius
And my old shit
Way better than your deluxe
7AM cos it's carpe diem
Stack up with your Killy dem
No one left behind we said
Go get dat on foot or ped
System said "black man fi dead"
(Show dem think I gotta wait wait)
7AM
But this shit keep me up
Night missions got your boy
Waiting on a Prius
And my old shit
Way better than your deluxe
7AM cos it's carpe diem
Aye
I write for myself cos it's therapeutic
I write for the ones that may never do this
I write for the kids cos they message me
Talking bout when you gon drop that new shit
I'm too in my head that's why I'm not cooling
I'm too in my bread for a heavy snoozing
I think bout my mum and her sacrifices
And how she can't settle on
What this life is
Hands on the wheel
But I got no license
Have you got the bruddahs
You'll ride or die with?
I'm talking bout move wigs
Dealing with all of the mood swings
Days when we had all the food split
Tesco boys using a few quid
Ah yeah
Where were you?
P's back garden we were sharing zoots
Had a pop shield I was staring through
Mattress on the wall that repaired a booth
Niggas in the club being bare aloof
In their head think they're the truth
Grew up round the set
So you scaring who?
Scaring who?
(Show dem,think you gotta show dem)
7AM
But this shit keep me up
Wait
7AM
But this shit keep me up
Night missions got your boy
Waiting on a Prius
And my old shit
Way better than your deluxe
7AM cos it's carpe diem
7AM
But this shit keep me up
Night missions got your boy
Waiting on a Prius
And my old shit
Way better than your deluxe
7AM cos it's carpe diem
Stack up with your Killy dem
No one left behind we said
Go get dat on foot or ped
System said "black man fi dead"
06:52
Already hit me a lick let's move
Tryna legit get me a suit
I guess I'll commit,who would've knew?
I had a rip,in most of my shoes
She don't wanna link,there's not enough views
A couple of ticks she left it on blue
I know what it is (Is it?)
I get it
I was on tills
Packing your bags
The bread and the milk
The cash in ya hands
I copped me a grill
They don't understand like nothing is real
"Who is this man?"
Messed up my back from filling the vans
Developed a knack for "this isn't that"
Couple of pillows I needed a booth
How could I sleep on the truth?
Nah,bun that shit
7AM
But this shit keep me up
Wait
7AM
But this shit keep me up
Night missions got your boy
Waiting on a Prius
And my old shit
Way better than your deluxe
7AM cos it's carpe diem
7AM
But this shit keep me up
Night missions got your boy
Waiting on a Prius
And my old shit
Way better than your deluxe
7AM cos it's carpe diem
Stack up with your Killy dem
No one left behind we said
Go get dat on foot or ped
System said "black man fi dead"
Credits
Writer(s): Ontoritsebawo Ashley Eburajolo, Mehdi Kassim, Louis Dupree Mandela Wright, Yama Soto
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