Context - I’m Bitter (Freestyle) lyrics

You can see it in my eyes
That I've never been a quitter
I hope that when I die
I'll have been a bigger hitter
I've been lining up white all night
Sniff quicker but it ain't going right
So believe that I'm bitter
I'm bitter, I'm bitter
And I'm bitter, I'm bitter
And I'm bitter, I'm bitter
I'm bitter, I'm bitter

And I'm lost mate, can't face the facts
So taken aback
Questioning "what do I lack?"
Cause I thought I would've been doing
So much better by the age I'm at
Lost years? Can't take em back
The fuck you making of that?
And my mate, yeah, he got sacked
Belled me up, he's reeling
Didn't think that at 28
He'd be back dealing in Ealing
Hatchback and acting boss
You get too accumulated
He's blue like when a uni grade comes in
Attitude too, what can you do?
Hurry up, stop rushing me
I got distracted by credit cards
With rocks crushed beneath
Who believes in this, yeah
When I don't trust in me
My mate just booked a one-way ticket
From Norwich over to Tuscany
And it's dark when a lyricist
Knows 99% of the listenership
Doesn't give a shit about
The words you've written
It's proper dark isn't it? Isn't it?


Want beamer all on my car keys
Wondering "have I kicked too soon?"
No mate, no, it can't be
Sniff coke, panicking
Yep, skipping a heartbeat
Burn a candle from both ends
And then I get wax on Primark jeans
Shocked or you can't speak
Can't afford a shwama
If you live at home, don't start
Chirping off about your money drama
Maybe I'm a two or three-listen rapper
In a proliferation age
Wonder "does it matter?"
Got chips in paper, sausage and batter
Yeah and some Fosters waV, 16bit lossless
Speak up, try the Costas
Tracks not for imposters
Go check Coda's roster got beans on a
Have I lost ya?

Thousands out
Getting blown yeah in china whites
Where I live
People are overdosing on china white
Forgive the nature of my diction
At this time of night
But if I didn't speak up
There'd be nobody to shine a light
On how we live, 10 Mayfair smooths, yeah
And a Red Bull
Having dregs poured that we can't stand
And we wake up feeling dreadful
Yeah, of cash you know I'm boringly berefed
Wish that I could smell some ribeye
And red wine upon my breath
Yes, yes, stare at the ceiling in pain
Tryna be a top pick? You're in the media
Mate honestly, you know
I'm feeling afraid that at this rate
That I'll leave a
Non-existent Wikipedia page
Does it matter? No five-star dishes
No exotic fishes no double cheap kisses
Only loads of near misses
Need a blue geezer, yeah, to give me wishes
My self-esteem is non-existent
Poaching off my Mrs