Ey yo my raps make me hesitant so I throw em in the locker
Now I'm acting so American I'm calling footy soccer
Man I've had a shocker, Need to see a doctor
Only heads I talk to live in Liverpool and Oxford
Descending into madness like the goddamn shining
I'd say I'm anti-hapless, but I ain't that exciting
Designer dining looking pretty fine like my rhyming
Now I'm lying got no cash never gonna be retiring
Living in the past so I'm still using hotmail
Twitter filled with girls in the sun sipping cocktails
I'm going off the rails yo, you ask me why though
I'm writing songs about a quote that I read in some girls bio
I'm going crazy trying to top the last verse I wrote
Think I'm losing it, I'd settle for less but nope
I'm like the Kaizen, yo we constantly improving
And you better turn it up because we wanna see you moving
This is for the people that don't wanna go home
And the people that refuse to do so while they're alone
The people that drank and end the night before departing
And the people who are only just turning up and starting
Imma take this to a place where it's never been
Where the whole teams based and it never ends
This the one and only, this the right night
Good times roll we about to be a highlight
Hotter than the month of June, whacking out another tune
You came out with what? We came out with Blue Lagoon
Immune to the words you might direct towards me
Record a couple of chords it's like a sport rewardly
It's totally overrated, but we got integrity
Marking these releases with a manner of severity
Repping the CH3, you don't wanna step to V
You know they all game from my personality
Right now I'm on the rise, and soon I might drop
Cause I'm not sure myself I even want to go near the top
On a roll and can't stop think I'm losing the plot
On the motherfucking mic and I don't want to ever get off
It's all about the hype but you best not believe it
Never starting beef never wanting to leave it
Bag it up bring it to the year 10 throwback
Cause we taking all the cars money bitches and crack
This is for the people that don't wanna go home
And the people that refuse to do so while they're alone
The people that drank and end the night before departing
And the people who are only just turning up and starting
Imma take this to a place where it's never been
Where the whole teams based and it never ends
This the one and only, this the right night
Good times roll we about to be a highlight
The shit that I'm spitting is tripping all of you bitches up
I'm ripping through all of this and I'm struggling to give a fuck
Getting lucky in terms of money don't gotta worry
We just getting it free, and I'm no understudy
Lucky is happy is scrappy is snappy not too shabby
Avoiding baccy drop lyric bombs like Nagasaki
Going crazy for days yo this shit is insane
I ain't showing restraint and I can't be contained
Can't be tamed like Miley we living highly
And if you bright you might find it likely that we stunning it
Running it all this shit they put in front of us
Using the cunning becoming whatever we want from us
Gunning it legitimate all the way we making scenes
I ain't mad about Bishops but man fuck John Deanes
Making shit we never seen, I'm a fucking machine
And after all of this time, I just been fueled by caffeine
What?
credits
from The CH3 EP,
released April 10, 2015
Written & Produced by Harry Wilson
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