Tinie Tempah - Pound Cake lyrics

I love this game too much
I guess I'm obsessed
Little stimuli, visualise my concepts
Shit is complex, from RWD
Now I'm in Complex
Left them by a long stretch
Man waste an entire life
Looking for Loch Ness
He's fucking jobless, the city's godless
This rat race, it's like we're in a contest
It's mad strange the way
These rappers cross-dress, uh
My reputation's the only thing
That I care about
Turned the rap into a career
Now the Carrera's out no camera phones
Lavish home full of rag and bone
Only skeletons in my closet
That I'm clearing out
Been round the world and we're the
Only names you hear about i have to go on my
Instagram to know my whereabouts
I bought the max of 30 racks
And never wear em out ouch!
One too many shots
Now they're thinking that I'm a target
Rarely stay in England
I'm thinking about the market
Releasing an album's great
The second time is the hardest
Whatever I have to do
I'll do it better regardless
Bredders get grey hairs gossiping
In the barber's
One freestyle and they're thinking
That they're hardest
Moment of silence for every rapper
Out of a deal
Incapable of finishing what they started
The same perception
Everything is the way it seems
Wanted to be this big when I was fifteen
Mild nights doing shit I daydream
Being backstage, busting Joe with Jay-Z
They buy none of the dream and
They try and sell you
Once you get your money right there ain't
Nothing no one can tell you
When you have a similar taste
Eat from the same menu
Share similar stage, sell out the same venue
Shit classic, Pete and Planet Rock
They're bitter over the shit
That they haven't got
I swag a lot, I brag a lot
Cause all I do is win, win, win
No matter what
Women wanna take me out, let's have a shot
Rappers wanna take me out, have a shot, uh
Your lyrics cheesy to me
I heard your F64 in my E63, woo
Done some planning
You're just planning to fail
How the hell you mad at me?
You should be mad at yourself
Rappers get a bit of fame
And then embarrass themselves
Hire a bunch of managers
Can't even manage themselves
Man are only happy for you
When the shit does well
Hating on a man soon as the shit don't sell
Dropping wisdom on the youngers so
The kids don't fail
Tell these hoes I got a girl
So every kiss don't tell
Ask all the teachers, I wasn't the A child
Bet they're calling me a star now
Bet they're filling the class now
Tell all my teachers I'm still in the C class
Just the seat's more comfy and
The window's all tinted
My shirt and tie became
A little more vintage, uh
Real and fake became so easy to distinguish
Tweets from my foreign
Fans, no-speak-a-English, uh
Festivals with Ellie Goulding and Example
Now these rappers using Ellie
Goulding on a sample
Rappers saw early, I could
Show you my examples, uh
It's my time, I could show you a whole armful
Heard that man are getting bitter again
Man have started going off on Twitter again
They tell themselves that they ain't jealous
They just sit and pretend
I know they're thirsty for the
Glamour and the glitter again
Tell the olders that I'm still the
Little kid in the ends
Just in the kind of places
Kate and Pippa attend
I left the pizza boys that
Thought I won't deliver again
You say you're gonna be around
We'll see who is in the end fire