{Hook}

All the shit I've written's up to me

All this knowledge lives in luxury

Every single minute that I breathe

I put the work in to craft some shit you can't believe

All the shit I've written's up to me

All this knowledge lives in luxury

Every single minute that I breathe

I put the work in to craft some shit you can't believe

{Verse 1}

The journey I’m on could never stop me from learning I’m wrong

When the words are put on find me I’ll fucking burst from the song 

The sermon of Somme thats a curb and a stomp

That’s what taught me how to do it big like Christopher’s in my lungs

The light scattered on the dry platter

And shined backward until I mattered

But legend has it this mental magic

Marks dental scratchings sink you’re teeth in

Money under mind mannered you fought Thor

Cos you’re probably gonna die hammered

Water coloured canvases are more discovered in hands of kids

We taught them all to handle it we’d all have schools that are passionate 

We’re all the fools suppressing artistic vision so they can’t live from systems

If we didn’t suppress it we’d have more Nas ‘It Was Writtens’

But that’s a dark picture sitting with people who can’t think of shit and 

Are constantly crunching numbers watch how the arts keeps on living

Alarms keep on ringing 

Here’s a filler line I’m bored I’m just bar liquid spitting

{Hook}

All the shit I've written's up to me

All this knowledge lives in luxury

Every single minute that I breathe

I put the work in to craft some shit you can't believe

All the shit I've-

{Verse 2}

The problem if the art keeps on living is 

I get bored and sharpness is dwindling 

Procrastination just attacks my brain and

I never tap the paper

Need an hour to evacuate the

Thoughts that slow down the creation

The schedule’s 7 days the pen with fuel getting sprayed

The alphabet Alf is just electrical never frayed

Not yet a waste like a crown in a basement 

My head’s screwed on bring on the best you’ve got 

I could send two songs to the hen do spots

But when my nephew’s lost I say Hen do spots

16 on the page like the first chapter 

Your words capture your feelings first back to

Your brain and learn how to see them

And burst out of the pain

The burns start to recede and fix parts of your frame

Confirm nah you don’t need em and lift out as a great 

I just wanna exist, be gone with the wind

But the problem that lives is my brain is abhorrent and sick

I acknowledge the gift and I'll use it to my advantage

When I am planted I'll grow and touch the sky and palm it

{Hook}

All the shit I've written's up to me

All this knowledge lives in luxury

Every single minute that I breathe

I put the work in to craft some shit you can't believe

All the shit I've written's up to me

All this knowledge lives in luxury

Every single minute that I breathe

I put the work in to craft some shit you can't believe