Trying to make a living out sitting with a laptop
Spitting raps and writing tracks getting rid of nap clocks
I'm going over this boulder that's in my way
These haters get the cold shoulder no time for it today
This place is half full of those lads that try to pull
What the scouse would call a wool to me, he's just a sackful
Of shhh, won't move anything but a walk in
Observing from a distance I don't have to hear the talking
Comes across a chick he's trying to act G
Wouldn't dream of going near it I'm too busy being V
He's WWE damn straight but he's fake mate
What it takes to not need to break kayfabe
He's either in or shutdown, I'm on the comedown
Whip out my phone with an idea for a true sound
Paid the pied piper to play make it mine
Dude didn't know the chords, dropped ain't wasting my time
This is how it is it's the standard man
We don't ever let it go backwards man
Said this is how it is it's the standard man
We don't ever let it go backwards man
Make our own game cause we just about sick enough
Don't need to play it cause we just about sick enough
Send you crazy cause we just about sick enough
You ain't getting lazy cause we just about sick enough
It's 2am should be in bed but at my most creative
Sewing words together instead I replicate it
To the beat that reeks of bedroom sessions
Headphone bleed and reverb heaven
Make a first impression with the biggest heat and least discretion
My minds blanko but we storm it like a trojan
Walking in I'm Franco and walking out like Rogen
We drop a song for them, now I'm Robinson
Pre gig scran is a meal deal, Morrisons
What's gonna happen next man you just can't tell
One second I'm McBride then I'm Baruchel
I'm Cera now I swear now that we spinnin it loud
Jonah Hill it now I'm killing it like Apatow
July baby and ID was a nightmare
I'm the only 25% China-white right there
I'll stay at home and write some fire hot lyrics
Matching written and spitting unknown hieroglyphics
This is how it is it's the standard man
We don't ever let it go backwards man
Said this is how it is it's the standard man
We don't ever let it go backwards man
Make our own game cause we just about sick enough
Don't need to play it cause we just about sick enough
Send you crazy cause we just about sick enough
You ain't getting lazy cause we just about sick enough
credits
from The CH3 EP,
released April 10, 2015
Written & Produced by Harry Wilson
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