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I hide all this pain very well.
But never to the point that my mother can’t tell.

Wanna be alone, I don’t even wanna talk to myself. ”Man I’ll do it on my own, I don’t need no help”

Cause I made it from the bottom where the sun don’t shine.
Maybe I’ve had my share and I aimed too high.

One hand on the mic, one hand on the scales.
Between falling and flying, the lines so fine.

Wishing on a miracle, spinning on this merry-go-round, round.
Begging them to let me go. They fuck me fast and love me slow.
Flying low, though I’m falling high.
Spending all my borrowed time, time, time.
I find myself and go inside. Every time I close my eyes.

Ain’t seen my sisters smile in a while.
Said I’ve been too busy so I ain’t been round.

But this morning I woke up in some girls house.
Got so high last night, still I ain’t come down.

So caught up in myself that I can’t escape.
While I’m paperchasing, all else can wait.

Said ”fuck love” so long, I forgot how to feel.
Once poured out my heart, now it’s filled with space.

Wishing on a miracle, spinning on this merry-go-round, round.
Begging them to let me go. They fuck me fast and love me slow.
Flying low, though I’m falling high.
Spending all my borrowed time, time, time.
I find myself and go inside. Every time I close my eyes.

Got like 10 missed calls from my baby mother, saying that I missed my daughter’s parent’s evening.

For that one split second, man, I felt like the other Dead beat dads who only plant their seeds.

But don’t nurture theirs, but i water mine.

Mum raised the perfect son, I shine on mine.

I’m a little more distraught that at the time.
I was in the trap house, and I couldn’t stop the grind.

But, I’ve gotta pay school fees.
That are more than the average wage.

Man, I’m over just doing it for jewellery, kicks and them models and them brand new plates.

Sitting with green on a mad estate, next day on the green, on a mad estate.

Smile for the cam, do my take.
Bag another brick, then back to the stage.

Now I’m back in a rave.
In the back of the rave.

Still out here fishing, all the best catches say I’m too bait.

I need to find love before it’s too late.
But I’ve seen too much, it’s already too late.

Cos she’s got a man, he ain’t one of us, so she don’t give a shit, so she gave two fucks.

Oh well. Me and the last girl ain’t end so well.

Oh well, my little cuz just got out the cell.
Tried to rob a man at 13 years old I asked him why, he said he don’t even know.

He just wanted new kicks and a phone.
I couldn’t help but feel at fault.

Cause he sees me in that FrSH shit, see me in a Range.

Heard ”#imballin” and ”18K”.
But nah, fuck that this is bigger than me, cuh at his age, man, I felt the same way.

If you ain’t been broke then you won’t ever know.

Man, I remember picking up my first O.
Gotta get dough, move that work.

Hearts on our sleeves so we wear T-shirts.

So yeah, we hurt.
But refuse to feel it.
When it’s day by day.
There’s no time for weakness.

Reality so real, there’s no room for dreaming.
Still I pray, but I don’t even know what the fuck I believe in.

Wishing on a miracle, spinning on this merry-go-round, round.
Begging them to let me go. They fuck me fast and love me slow.
Flying low, though I’m falling high.
Spending all my borrowed time, time, time.
I find myself and go inside. Every time I close my eyes.

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