I'm Bitter (Freestyle)

[Hook] 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 [Verse 1] 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? [Hook] [Verse 2] 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? [Hook] [Verse 3] 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 [Hook]