Changes

Now catch me rollin' on a late night Mesmerized just staring at the street lights Looking at my phone waiting for a notification Or a text message I just want a conversation I just need that, real feedback Please feed my ego Cah psychologically my family's got me feeling feeble Now every member of my family's unstable Both of my parents, dysfunctional people Catch me on my Instagram page zonin' I find pictures that they've tagged Bugzy Malone in And I'm stood there smiling But on my own profile I hardly update cus I spend more time hiding I'm not the best with the spotlight They know my from the north-west down to moss side And I just tell em how it is I'm still a not right And I would never change the flex I still rock nike Air max low fade with a lil beard and a moustache Still paid still weighing z's in a pint glass Still got the dunlop golf gloves Still hoping old friends don't provoke us It's hopeless I wish Harry Potter would say hocus pocus Help me get rid of the straddlers I feel like I just fought Marvin Haggler In 8 ounce gloves, cah my brain's a madness Since when did I learn to suppress the sadness Or am I happy I used to have to serve shots with a tin of baccy My ex main chick cheated and fell a racky(?) And left me with more problems than Balotelli And now I got a ride or die the chick's proper I'm still serving food like Roy Cropper From Corrie, I tell Sophie that I'm sorry Didn't text back when she said she had a thing for me Catch me staring into darkness Reminiscing because I will never change Thinking back to all my unnecessary partners So many women I just can't remember names And I remember not having a penny to my name A packet of cheese and onion crisps, snickers and a nurishment And that would do my belly for the day I never saw a Nandos until I made change And now I order a full chicken and perinaise For all the days I sat in jail wasting away I used to have to knock on the door to run away Until I started kicking them off to lick a raise I'm no saint I used to have off coke boys for the cocaine I used to drive with no licence and road rage Until I learned to paint pictures with no paint And then the game changed But let's talk about the stress for a minute It's on another level I don't think they understand when I say turn into the devil I'm talking about getting so vex That Godzilla couldn't fuck with this t-rex I tried to love my family but they couldn't care less And when I got it right they just seemed to bear left And every track I make they tell me I should swear less And I'm just tryna explain that I'm no JLS And I've been banging on this glass ceiling for so long Preaching that drug dealing is so wrong But I'm still on the roads Slowed down but I'm still on a roll Can't stand gold diggas still I'm diggin' for gold Until I see six figures I'll be banging on this glass ceiling Til I make the shards of glass shower the roads I'm villain but it doesn't mean I'm stood on the block Infact I drove through the hood about an hour ago Saw the same faces, standing in the same places Talking bout the same drama on a regular basis No wonder when they see me they just treat me like I'm famous And watch me from my jacket down to my trainers Shit changes, and old friends becoming new strangers And start telling stories like they work for the papers Shit changes Shit changes