|
Be still. |
|
What you see is not a time, |
|
The sky will light before you, |
|
You'll be lost and found again, |
|
This is only good for you, |
|
Don't try to understand, the colours in my hand, |
|
Just close your eyes and I will guide you, |
|
I'm an extra terrestrial, |
|
Came up out the ****ing dirt like a vegetable, |
|
Find out what ma cerebellum for, |
|
When I pin the boof and told montana press record, |
|
Little Patrick didn't catch a little leprechaun, |
|
(Ah, ah, ah, ah, ahh) |
|
Where my paracetomol, |
|
I done took some pain then I turned it in to pleasure, |
|
I beat rapper son of a batchelors now I'm the most eligible , |
|
Ha ha ha stupid mother****er how you like that, |
|
How do I go back to this when I've already tried that, |
|
This is from my inner child, said he wants his life back |
|
I done turn myself into a product with a price tag, |
|
All these ****in people only round me cos I'm doing well, |
|
I'vel be living life like i got no regard for human health, |
|
We done shed blood, sweat, tears and fought tooth and nail, |
|
Tryin' to accomplish something more and just a fewer have fell, |
|
And every other day, mommy call me just to ask me if I'm coping with the fame, |
|
But every other night I'm spilling vodka on some chicken heads, |
|
Doing shit I know would make her totally ashamed, |
|
I am overly engaged, |
|
Some who know me think l've changed, |
|
Due to certain sudden circumstances we are socially estranged, |
|
('stranged, 'stranged, 'stranged...) |
|
Yeah, |
|
I'm in tip-top shape called me fitness instructor T, |
|
Super-mad-genetics in my genes, dungarees, |
|
I can see these niggas through my gross and cutler piece |
|
Its lonly at the top but u, can't ****in beat the luxury, |
|
Standing at a hundred feet, this is the Disc-Overy, |
|
Tinie is the name, disturbing London is the company, |
|
This is the Disc-Overy, everything infront of me, |
|
I ain't even worried about anything, thats under me , |
|
Standing at a hundred feet, this is the Disc-Overy, |
|
Tinie is the name, disturbing London is the company, |
|
This is the Disc-Overy, the point of no recovery, |
|
I don't give a ****, I'm going in cover me! |
|
What you see is not a time, |
|
The sky will light before you, |
|
You'll be lost and found again, |
|
This is only good for you, |
|
Don't try to understand, the colours in my hand |
|
Just close your eyes and I will guide you, |
|
Be still. |
