Lyrics Thinking out Loud - A2

Thinking out Loud

Man I can’t describe this feeling
My eyes can’t identify this being
They say seeing is believing
If you’ve seen me then you’d believe
That I’m a genius, word
Pour emotion in verses, its how I cope
I guess I was chosen at birth
And they don’t understand what I mean though
I feel like Al Pacino, I’m here in my colourful shirt
They’re saying «damn he’s got an ego»
Temper short like Danny DeVito
Tryna change my ways like Carlito
Knocking at the door, the Devil’s eye at the peep hole
These friends in disguise, I really see foes
Been burnt and I ain’t tryna see more Fire
I ain’t Lethal
Sent me down under like I’m Aussie
Think I should leave that like I’m Niko
As my heart beats faster
Days get darker
Older brother’s asking when I’m taking my Shahadah
Mummy is a Christian and daddy’s more like a Rasta
But she can’t see my vision
Thinks I need to see the pastor
Says my sins ain’t been forgiven
Pray I don’t meet up with Karma
I say Mummy, please don’t worry, I think God just gave armour
I thank God I’m not in prison, praises that I’m not like my father
Then she joins her hands, and says Amen
While I crack up with laughter (AHH)
You know, I don’t really care
Because there’s air up in my lungs
Money in my pocket
I care about my funds
And to the Queen, I made a promise
That we’d always get each other
Nothing comes between us
My girl might know I’m cheating
But she ain’t never see us
I’m all about my lizzy
That’s ever since my teens
Cos she gave me the greatest head that I’ve ever received
Man I can’t describe that feeling
I really can’t, but it’s Heaven
You know that, 'Bring 5 bills in case'
Hermes belt up on his waist, 23's, he’s size 11
Up in Harrods with them Arabs
Looking to buy some carats
But they ain’t fond of salad
Yeah, that high life kind of feeling
Around no life human being
My mojo’s like Austin Powers
Feeling better than my last tape
Yeah I’m feeling like the past Drake
And little bit of young Biggie
And Kanye during the Heartbreak
Most had dreams, but some have sold 'em
I dreamt I was puffing while getting chauffeured
Tell paparazzi get my good side
Cos they don’t wanna see my bad side soldiers
So as my heart beats slower, days get colder
Family members asking if a deal is any closer
But I’m just keeping focused
If they sign me that’s a bonus
On the road to success with hitch-hikers, fakes and cobras
And I don’t need the stress
Please do not try and stop my motion
You should let me think out loud
Keep your eyes closed and your mind open
I paint pictures with my words
I’m like Van Gogh vs. Beethoven
Put my hands on the piano
And it sounds like God has spoken (AHH)
Just let the piano play
I’m feeling like Frank Sinatra or something haha
Hennessy Thoughts, is when the Hennessy talks
You know how it is…