The Manor - Making Sense Of It lyrics
[The Manor - Making Sense Of It lyrics]
I tried to tell them why, yo
They never understood, nah
I tried to write it down, yo
I'm still misunderstood, ah
I was doing it 'cause I was bored
Doing it 'cause I was happy
Doing it all on a journey
While on a bus to go meet a yatty
Yes I been racking the whole of my mind-a
Chronic or dizz I'm on neither
Living my life living my night
My brother I'm feeling so righteous
Though my life ain't going quite the way it should
Fellas stuck behind me back in school they've overtook
But I got the master plan let's put it all in action
Know say when I write I'm like a darker Richard Branson, you know
For mandem that come to the show
For the people that already know
For the people asking about our future, you're all in involved
I put that on my life and on my mother's and the queen
Sleep on the loyalty, I swear to God you'll miss the dream
Yo, far from a barrel of laughs, though it may look like we're havin' a blast
Fact of the matter reality's hard, gotta believe that the passion will last
Know others now, feeling the same
Putting in graft, losing their way
This is for now, suttin' will change
Fortune and luck, favours the brave
I tried to tell them why, yo
They never understood, nah
I tried to write it down, yo
I'm still misunderstood, yo-o
So I just hit the booth and start spraying all these bars
Every question on my mind every message from the heart
Am I making sense now? Mum?
Am I making sense now?
Fucking hell Jonny mate got me on an emotional one
Pass the Kleenex Scotty mate
'Llow it's all getting a bit soppy round 'ere init
Too soppy
Pull your socks up mate yer
Pull 'em up
Take the skirt off mate
Avin it The Manor lag boats not fucking emotions what is this?
Live inside don't do what we did, yer
Don't do it
Never do what we do, yer
They couldn't
Don't watch me, yer, watch someone else
Watch me round your misses on a Friday
Alright, what's the next one? Creps in the rave, yer
We don't go out wearing shoes and all that nonsense we wear creps, yer
Yer
Top drawer one away crep
Yer
Not no any, any dead crep, yer
Never that mate
Don't ask me where I got my creps from, yer
I won't tell ya
They never understood, nah
I tried to write it down, yo
I'm still misunderstood, ah
I was doing it 'cause I was bored
Doing it 'cause I was happy
Doing it all on a journey
While on a bus to go meet a yatty
Yes I been racking the whole of my mind-a
Chronic or dizz I'm on neither
Living my life living my night
My brother I'm feeling so righteous
Though my life ain't going quite the way it should
Fellas stuck behind me back in school they've overtook
But I got the master plan let's put it all in action
Know say when I write I'm like a darker Richard Branson, you know
For mandem that come to the show
For the people that already know
For the people asking about our future, you're all in involved
I put that on my life and on my mother's and the queen
Sleep on the loyalty, I swear to God you'll miss the dream
Yo, far from a barrel of laughs, though it may look like we're havin' a blast
Fact of the matter reality's hard, gotta believe that the passion will last
Know others now, feeling the same
Putting in graft, losing their way
This is for now, suttin' will change
Fortune and luck, favours the brave
I tried to tell them why, yo
They never understood, nah
I tried to write it down, yo
I'm still misunderstood, yo-o
So I just hit the booth and start spraying all these bars
Every question on my mind every message from the heart
Am I making sense now? Mum?
Am I making sense now?
Fucking hell Jonny mate got me on an emotional one
Pass the Kleenex Scotty mate
'Llow it's all getting a bit soppy round 'ere init
Too soppy
Pull your socks up mate yer
Pull 'em up
Take the skirt off mate
Avin it The Manor lag boats not fucking emotions what is this?
Live inside don't do what we did, yer
Don't do it
Never do what we do, yer
They couldn't
Don't watch me, yer, watch someone else
Watch me round your misses on a Friday
Alright, what's the next one? Creps in the rave, yer
We don't go out wearing shoes and all that nonsense we wear creps, yer
Yer
Top drawer one away crep
Yer
Not no any, any dead crep, yer
Never that mate
Don't ask me where I got my creps from, yer
I won't tell ya