Southsea

Yo, Look
I got a devil on my shoulder, but I tell that prick to 'lowe me
Although I speak to women, I got plenty angels round me
& Yeah it's funny 'cos I smoke to take the rain away
But when I look above my head, it's me that makes it cloudy
The riddim's sounding bouncy, but bruddas seem to doubt me
Your Mrs said I'm cold, that's why her nipples poking outtie
But Mondays; feeling drowsy
I got a sweet one give me thought
First time for my head I got a Bounty
Allow me
I'm tryna get my P up like the Saudis
So I can go & pick my B up in an Audi
Yeah & even though I find it hard to motivate
I think about my Mother's face
In treating her with house keys, It's crazy
I'm writing riddim's by the south-sea
THC in brownies and drinking like an alchy
I'm hardest from my county
I like them pink-sets, with fish nets, and big legs
A couple things arouse me
People tryna press on me like "jt. you're impressing me
Your lyrics blow my mind" Yeah bruddas acting JFK Kennedy
But dickheads always message me
Message back "SMD"
Man I step in AirMax, you're in Clarks son, Jeremy
Blondie what you tellin' me?
I don't know if she's bless for me
'Cos what you got to offer girl, it looks like only sex to me
I say that shit respectfully, seen the snaps she sent to me
Opened them at work I asked my colleagues
"Could you cover for a sec for me?"
Got brothers bellin' me
And they treat me like the Man of this City, they call me Bellamy
They help the world make sense for me, Mum is heaven-sent for me
Dad I watch the Blues with & scream out fucking "celery!"
I like this girl who's texting me
Brunette; that's the best for me
Matches all her underwear & matches all my energies
& heats my side of bed for me, sleeping on my chest with me
I'm tryna plant a seed up in them buns
Yeah I be moving like a sesame
Yeah that's a joke
But the kinda bar that thirsty guys would say that I'm the G.O.A.T
And I know I spit 'bout football
'Cos girls like it when I finish
But boys seem to like when I hit post
Put something on my Instagram
Some new shit, Rap or Garage-groove shit
I'm spitting in a dinger 'till I got some P for smooth whips
For now it's "What's the move kid?"
Well I write punchlines, that's funny, cos everybody says
"Yo, Usyk"
Look, I'll walk for pussy, but I'll run for P's
CO3 is boring, so I guess that shit is up to me
My shoulders take a tonne for me
Only time you'll see me with a tag up on my ankle
Is if I'm wearing CP Company
Yeah, you know I'll manifest my dreams, so I'm praying up to God
That's True Religion in my genes, with a 'J' and with a 'G'
But word Selena Gomez 'cos let me tell you
'Everything is not what it seems'
It's Long



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Writer(s): Joseph Thorpe
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