Spaceship

(Woo)
(Yeah, I can't even)
(I smoked too much I think fam)
(Nah I smoked too much)
(I wasn't even gonna do an intro but fuck it)
(I'm doing an intro)
(This one's called spaceship man)
(Take these lyrics in man)

Woke up to the same old shit
Dead life, dead job, day shift
Lunch time at the park roll a spliff.
Getting higher than a spaceship, yeah (Woo)
Woke up to the same old shit
Dead life, dead job, day shift
Lunch time at the park roll a spliff.
Getting higher than a spaceship (Woo)

Look I woke up to the same old shit
Dead life, dead job, I've been on some day shift
Lunch time at the park roll a spliff.
Getting higher than a motherfucking spaceship

I thought "Fuck this job".
So I quit
I nearly lost it anyway, the manager a prick
Fuck that shit
I don't need your payslip
And trust me my time worth more than this basic
I'm trynna figure out my dreams before they get wasted
Big goals right now
Big aspirations
New pair of shoes from the shop
I stay lacing
Big goals for this music man
I stay chasing
I don't want the bottle right now
I need the case in
Trynna get my songs played on these fucking stations
Running out of time, And I'm running out of patience
I'm sick of waiting
(I'm sick of it)

And what do you do when you got no one left to defend you (no one)
Mate's AWOL
Family turned against you
Welcome to the twenty first century
Shit keeps going wrong
Even though it weren't meant to
You snapped
Lost your job coz you went mental
You're in the studio right now
Stuck on the same instrumental
Your temper been so temperamental
You're mad in your flat
Should be living presidential.
(Getting mad)

Reality is
I ain't even got a pence bro
Sleeping on the sofa
Nothing's making sense bro
I was living fast,
Now I'm living slow
I keep myself feeling high just to stop feeling low
And some days I'm trynna skip town
But I ain't got the bankroll
I'm angry at my situation right now
Like everyone I know
I'm trynna pack a bag
Roll a spliff, hit the road
Somewhere I can be free and be my own
But that's still somewhere I don't know
I'm sick of people reaching out their hands
Asking for a loan
When I ain't asked for shit,
Or even rang their phone
Call me on some bullshit
It's gonna turn me cold

I wear scars on my back
I gotta let it go
And retail therapy
That's been getting old
You can't find what you're looking for in some clothes
Hate this feeling that I'm feeling but I'm in my zone
I got used to being all alone
I got used to flight mode,
Or turning off my phone
Glasses on right now
I've been trynna focus
With these Pradas on my face analyse the process
I sit back and watch my progress
And every track I drop lately, it feels like a protest
(Trust me)
I do it cos it's my passion
Love singing
Love rapping
Right now, I'm strapped for cash
Gotta make something happen

Woke up to the same old shit
Dead life, dead job, day shift
Lunch time at the park roll a spliff.
Getting higher than a spaceship, yeah
(Woo)
Woke up to the same old shit
Dead life, dead job, day shift
Lunch time at the park roll a spliff.
Getting higher than a spaceship
(Yeah, Woo.)

(Something like that.)