Fickle

Dig real deep through the depths of my mind
Dig real deep through the depths of my mind
Dig, dig, dig real deep through the depths of my mind
Lord knows what I'll find when I reach rewind

Dig, dig real deep through the depths of my mind
Dig, dig, dig real deep through the depths of my mind
'Cause I dig real deep through the depths of my mind
Lord knows what I'll find when I reach, reach

'Cause I got so much to say in so little time
In such a short space I got so much to do
But if I can't find a way around I'll find away across
And if I can't find away across I'll bore straight through

I find myself in a pickle, this music against fickle
Surrounded by big dogs that I consider little
As they crash the particle the other giants
I might apply some knowledge, mate wait for my ripple

On my shoulder is a tripple
Some love it, some hate the idea I'm still publicly thugging
Squeeze a dollar from a nickle, my outlook feel free to judge it
I'll be damned if you budge it

Got my name on my cheque book, sole trading
I ain't even old aging, but my question: is my soul fading?
I'm maintaining, 'cause I can't say I'm slaving
But I guess I'm raving

But who's to say I'll make it unless I fake it?
And if I codify myself will it bona fide my wealth will it?
This painstaking, I got my head aching
Stressed out 'cause I let my money rake in

'Cause I got so much to say in so little time
In such a short space I got so much to do
But if I can't find a way around I'll find away across
And if I can't find a way across I'll bore straight through

'Cause I got so much to say in so little time
In such a short space I got so much to do
But if I can't find a way around I'll find away across
And if I can't find a way across I'll bore straight through

Crossing tribulation, I skip across the nation
High sky player, I see no limitations
Only God's creations and devil temptations
I seek to reap the benifits of my publications
So show me where's the money?
Spare me the congratulations
Forget the industry for government and vaccinations

Everybody wanna be ghetto but nobody wanna be poor
All you follow fashion dummies ain't eating no more
You too dirty, start to thank me, you can start with a cheer
But if you choose the black, I'll take it to the next stair
I couldn't be a fool, I keep it gully to the next
Rewind the ripple, I demand to collect

'Cause I got so much to say in so little time
In such a short space I got so much to do
But if I can't find a way around I'll find away across
And if I can't find a way across I'll bore straight through

'Cause I got so much to say in so little time
In such a short space I got so much to do
But if I can't find a way around I'll find away across
And if I can't find a way across I'll bore straight through

To all my UK roll youths
Stick on ya hustle boots, steady on, trudge along
Operation ghetto wrong, in the night come aboard
Find yourself a craft, find a set and make it strong
Perfect it, before you know it don't respect it
Remember it's your movie, so direct it

Never let nobody tamper with it or correct it
And by any means do what you want to protect it
'Cause there's money to be making, it's a cold world too
Nobody got their best interest at heart like you
So any obstacle you come across, find your way around
But if you feel it can't be found, bore straight through

'Cause I got so much to say in so little time
In such a short space I got so much to do
But if I can't find a way around I'll find away across
And if I can't find a way across I'll bore straight through

'Cause I got so much to say in so little time
In such a short space I got so much to do
But if I can't find a way around I'll find away across
And if I can't find a way across I'll bore straight through

Dig real deep through the depths of mind
Lord knows what I'll find when I bore staight through
Dig real deep through the depths of my mind
Lord knows what I'll find, bore staight through

Dig real deep through the depths of my mind
Dig, dig real deep through the depths of my mind
Dig, dig, dig real deep through the depths of my mind
Lord knows what I'll find when I rewind

To the years when a teacher couldn't teach
Think back to the days where I couldn't be told
Now it's a few years and I feel lost
Trying to live the high life but at what cost?



Credits
Writer(s): Lamont Herbert Dozier, Dylan Kwabena Mills
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