about
I recorded this song late 2013, and it was intended for another project (Catch 23) but again, it was a song that I needed to represent on here. It’s an old school, no frills, piece of wordplay hip hop. About how good I am. Fair enough.
lyrics
I'm an arrogant bloke, you know I always show it,
Probably why my girl would rather go and see George The Poet,
I've got a big ego, and I'll be sure to grow it,
More heroic than the suited superman, courting louis
That's my kryptonite, she's on my hip tonight, she's on my lip tonight
Got tickets to this hipster night, I'm probably bound to pick a fight
All I'm ever good for is starting shit, and ripping mics -
Tricky right?
And when I'm down, I'm outta sight, like that missing flight,
And i'll down more than you think, I'm like a different guy,
to the smug winner, smirking on his album cover,
Use to skip my chores by saying 'i'm working on an album, mother'
Mum replied it, it better go and sell
I shipped it to a label, but I never the saw the sails,
A few thousand pirates, a few drowsy eyelids,
Sleeping on me, thought I couldn't fucking story tell
(chorus)
I got flaws and i'm racking em up
I got flaws, understanding and love
I got dreams and I'm stacking em up
I still dream of my Grandad above
I get deep like tuba choirs made of scuba divers,
I get deep in drunk convo's with uber drivers,
Spend my nights with alcohol burning through my fivers,
Spend my days hungover trying to manoeuvre skivers
Back to cold schools, I rap to old school, the gold rule
is every track is told true, I told you, when I was just a teen,
That I would trust this dream, I wasn't in your spotlight
But now adjust the beam, I must have been fortunate
Having wise Grand dads, who always taught me this
You don't know how to love anyone else,
until you learn you gotta love yourself
I got flaws and i'm racking em up
I got flaws, understanding and love
I got dreams and I'm stacking em up
I still dream of my Grandad above
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