Finally
[Intro]
The one who had nothing to pray
Ain't got no glories to pay
Hunting their prey
Needless to say

[Hook]
Who do you think that I am
What do you think that I can
Pressure for days it's the notion of taking sides
Loop it for days whats your point so then here besides
Look at me I'm the one with the stature
Whilst you all gone to the rapture
Who the hell I'm meant to capture
Well shit, the wrong aperture

[Verse 1]
Finally it's the point where you leave me alone
Thank God I ain't got no bars on my window
Trembling I am from my head to the toe
Don't ask me cos no it ain't on the go-pro
Heave-ho, to work to the shit but I
Can't talk, cos no invite means that I
Have it to lose, standing lone at the end
[Verse 2]
So what, i be done with the beef, chief leave the meat cold
Can't talk, cause i got calls in my cheap phone
Im calm, cause i keep drivin the dream boat
Thank god for the recall
It is time that you leave me alone
Thank god I ain't give in to cold
I got ice and im made out of gold
So fly god made me a drone
So fly god made me a drone

It's just a phase

[Verse 3]
I know, but it's safe to say that I can ask why though
Why I act like a bitch at times, say cheese
Why? Shit got me angry, fuck knows

[Verse 4]
If you take offence, that's you
If you think you're big, nah true
If at times you just like to take it out and don't care for them, fuck you
Finally, it's my time
Gibs at the helm, won't you lend a dime?
Finally, let's go
Andiamo
[Verse 5]
Isn't it cool I got evrybody asking me how I can make my music
When I don't fucking know them wondring what would happen if I hadn't
Bothered mixing anything but, that just sadly ain't the topic
Shoulda kept the piano seems that no one gives a shit but I kind of wanna know what those people think, and that seems an issue
Wait, could you pass me the tissue
Breathing it out, don't take the piss if you know fucking well that all of my music ain't mind blowing
Whys it a drought, dont you know it ain't that easy bringing out the tracks that I wanna take my time with
But the people dont care, know that I got other things, other shit, to do in life; bitch that ain't the strife
Im not asking you to be my wife

[Hook]
But the people don't care
They wanna curl out their hair
Bitch you think I play fair
Call that one love affair

[Outro]
Who do you think that I am
What do you think that I can
Pressure for days it's the notion of taking sides
Loop it for days whats your point so then here besides
Look at me I'm the one with the stature
Whilst you all gone to the rapture
Who the hell I'm meant to capture
Well shit, the wrong aperture