The Manor - Surviving The Splosh lyrics
[The Manor - Surviving The Splosh lyrics]
But that's the whole tragic point my friends
What would I do
If I could suddenly feel
And to know once again
That what I feel is real
I could cry, I could smile
I might lay back for a while
Tell me what (what)
What would I do if I could feel?
See I've been laying low Scotty Stacking
Grow got me gassing
Talk piff fam metaphors and flows what I'm bagging
Contemplating switching up my lyrics for the trapping
But never 'til I'm getting proper digits for my rapping
I'm so waved and I hold faith
But I don't pray 'cause I know it's gonna happen
I said I fucking know it's gonna happen
A hundred and forty-seven and my bros up in the mansion
Fresh out of the kettle this is trap too
Living where the sky's the same colour as you tracksuit
Olders can't tell the youngers nothing cah they bang too
It's either robbing living broke or you trap food
Certain times it doesn't matter if you got a plan
Dreams of playing gigs now they're riding out to Hollowman
I'm just tryna make it to the promised land
Remember me as the forgotten man
Come and see me in tomorrow fam
Another day another dollar gang
Piff away my days over haze and cup of splosh
We're gonna bareback the game take the rubbers off
Don't offer us a deal 'cause we fuck 'em off
Every pound outside the manor is like a hundred lost
We get it in and then we get it gone
Until then I'll let Danny Graft put the kettle on
Lads living it having it hitting it
Punchlines swinging so I'm singing who's giving it
Where's [?] three days late again
All I want to do is make out tape sound great again
I ain't thinking if we'll make it
I'm thinking when we do alie we'll do it like the greatest
And [?] keeping me so patient
So when we take over we're taking the whole nation
Take you old Leyton lively with a lob on
I'ma fuck the beat up you can get your snog on
Playing with her D cups I'ma make her wonderbra
This the real deal or just another number star
Hope she doesn't count on it I can make a lout from it
I be getting on it going stronger than my pals chronic
I lay it down like stickers
Nuttier than Snickers I'm dirty like Mickey's knickers
Goals to achieve reasons to believe
I ain't never had to try 'cause there's never been a need
Smart arse kid god blessed with
Everything I need 'cept a work ethic
But I think I met my passion putting method in the madness
People think I'm going backwards 'cause they look at other rappers
Never judge me by my peers
I done passed them screaming well done through my rear
Find me in my zone writing is my home
Got a strong drink with me but I'm technically alone
Beat on repeat thought it's suttin' past three
Tryna paint a picture of suttin' they can't see
Issues with a few controversial views
Message for the top let 'em know the truth
Suttin' in my souls tryna say I ain't alone
To the like minded people come and get involved
What would I do
If I could reach inside of me
And to know how it feels to say
I like what I see
What would I do
If I could suddenly feel
And to know once again
That what I feel is real
I could cry, I could smile
I might lay back for a while
Tell me what (what)
What would I do if I could feel?
See I've been laying low Scotty Stacking
Grow got me gassing
Talk piff fam metaphors and flows what I'm bagging
Contemplating switching up my lyrics for the trapping
But never 'til I'm getting proper digits for my rapping
I'm so waved and I hold faith
But I don't pray 'cause I know it's gonna happen
I said I fucking know it's gonna happen
A hundred and forty-seven and my bros up in the mansion
Fresh out of the kettle this is trap too
Living where the sky's the same colour as you tracksuit
Olders can't tell the youngers nothing cah they bang too
It's either robbing living broke or you trap food
Certain times it doesn't matter if you got a plan
Dreams of playing gigs now they're riding out to Hollowman
I'm just tryna make it to the promised land
Remember me as the forgotten man
Come and see me in tomorrow fam
Another day another dollar gang
Piff away my days over haze and cup of splosh
We're gonna bareback the game take the rubbers off
Don't offer us a deal 'cause we fuck 'em off
Every pound outside the manor is like a hundred lost
We get it in and then we get it gone
Until then I'll let Danny Graft put the kettle on
Lads living it having it hitting it
Punchlines swinging so I'm singing who's giving it
Where's [?] three days late again
All I want to do is make out tape sound great again
I ain't thinking if we'll make it
I'm thinking when we do alie we'll do it like the greatest
And [?] keeping me so patient
So when we take over we're taking the whole nation
Take you old Leyton lively with a lob on
I'ma fuck the beat up you can get your snog on
Playing with her D cups I'ma make her wonderbra
This the real deal or just another number star
Hope she doesn't count on it I can make a lout from it
I be getting on it going stronger than my pals chronic
I lay it down like stickers
Nuttier than Snickers I'm dirty like Mickey's knickers
Goals to achieve reasons to believe
I ain't never had to try 'cause there's never been a need
Smart arse kid god blessed with
Everything I need 'cept a work ethic
But I think I met my passion putting method in the madness
People think I'm going backwards 'cause they look at other rappers
Never judge me by my peers
I done passed them screaming well done through my rear
Find me in my zone writing is my home
Got a strong drink with me but I'm technically alone
Beat on repeat thought it's suttin' past three
Tryna paint a picture of suttin' they can't see
Issues with a few controversial views
Message for the top let 'em know the truth
Suttin' in my souls tryna say I ain't alone
To the like minded people come and get involved
What would I do
If I could reach inside of me
And to know how it feels to say
I like what I see