| [Verse 1:] | |
| Feel like I'm slackin' with my children | |
| Focusing on rap tryna back and shake the building | |
| In a race with my own race, just to raise the roof | |
| And I ain't talking 'bout the ceiling | |
| Here's something to believe in: | |
| No sleep, cause you're livin' what you're dreamin' | |
| And it's the lesson in itself | |
| I've my son to call me dad when I miss the parents evenings | |
| Amazed I'm still breathin'; | |
| Every other shot I feel my insides bleedin'. | |
| Grandad, turnin' in his grave, | |
| Cah I promised that I'll be there for my gran when she's grievin' | |
| I used to be a man of my word; | |
| Now, time seems to have got the best of my sentence | |
| In that case I'll have to adjourn, | |
| Cause the thought of an excuse is just as bad as the intention | |
| [Hook:] | |
| Excuse me, my friend | |
| I think I might've hit my head | |
| Excuse me, my friend | |
| I don't remember who I am | |
| Cause I'm holdin' on tryna be somebody | |
| But it won't be long before I need somebody | |
| Forgiveness, asking for forgiveness (hey, hey, hey, hey) [x4] | |
| [Verse 2:] | |
| Went to church to pray for a top ten | |
| Then I went number 5, I ain't been back again | |
| But when my jewellery friend phones | |
| Like they got new rings I'll most likely attend | |
| Hoppin' out a new benz, start the car from outside | |
| When is this gonna end? | |
| My mum's still livin' in the endz, | |
| Spent jibs on tha wrist before I put her with celebs | |
| I'm still livin' like a wretch | |
| All I hear is fuck, fuck | |
| All the girls have got tourettes | |
| And no I don't wanna bet | |
| Even the odd bird wanna take me to the nest | |
| I swear I only came for the music, but the more I touch notes, | |
| It's like the more I get stupid | |
| It's a gift and a curse, but before I blame myself, | |
| I'm a say it's what the tune did | |
| [Hook:] | |
| Excuse me, my friend | |
| I think I might've hit my head | |
| Excuse me, my friend | |
| I don't remember who I am | |
| Cause I'm holdin' on tryna be somebody | |
| But it won't be long before I need somebody | |
| Forgiveness, asking for forgiveness (hey, hey, hey, hey) [x4] | |
| [Outro:] | |
| My shows home, go go this is my entrance | |
| I raise the bar, pole volt it's rapathletics | |
| A famous star on his own counting blessings | |
| A loner no-one phones, I get the message |