Lyrics Patterns - Capo Lee

Patterns

They don’t know
They don’t know
Get the mic out and I do it properly
Gloves on and I feel like I’m Rocky
Still be a boss, man, these man can’t boss me
Hate all around, they man can’t knock me
You man a joke, man, these man can’t mock me
Out in the road and I feel like a diva
Ratchet gyal can’t taste my cocky
Flows and bars, long hair and I’m cocky
Feel like Messi in the Champions League
Cah man’ll skip through and these man can’t stop me
Had fed on my case from years
I slowed down but they still wanna lock me
Baring my face on the YouTube page
I’m about in the day, but the fans still clock me
They wanna rate me, girls wanna date me
Cut through daily and I do this properly
I do a campaign, stick to champagne
I’m in the game now, so I do rampage
I don’t plan game, I’ve got a buff ting
Next to me like Emeli Sandé
Somethin' sweet like candy
I’ve got bars so I rap like Band-Aid
Give a pop a bad day
When I ski ‘round the corner with handbrake
In the party with burners
I just need some new trainers
Bust a rhyme with that timin'
Left her man, you can’t blame her
On the zoot, I’m like Jagger
Chuffin' down on that flamer
On the dance, I make patterns
Even if you’re not raver
In the party with burners
I just need some new trainers
Bust a rhyme with that timin'
Left her man, you can’t blame her
On the zoot, I’m like Jagger
Chuffin' down on that flamer
On the dance, I make patterns
Even if you’re not raver
Out on the cub more time, just swaggin'
When I step on the mic, you know Britain got talent
Bare thankful for the things that I’ve done
I ain’t gotta stress about the things that I haven’t
Yeah, everything Chris like Tarrant
Two gold teeth when I smile, it’s apparent
No, man can’t violate me
When I slide, all the team get filled up like Sharon
Too many nights man grindin' for
They say the police hear all the music
Paranoid, I can’t write this wrong
Don’t know how to do it, I can’t right that wrong
Live on the guard, no man here may reach it
Pain in the heart where I write this from
Things in the ends are getting kinda bad
Every single day is like a timing bomb
Everything cray, man, sip too Ray
Light and dark, when I’ve got to pay
Man want a verse, then you’ve got to pay
Smiling face, when I flex today
Man, I’ve got a stylie and I’ve got swag
‘Cause I have a dream, so I’m due to praise
I can’t settle, man ain’t for the highest
Look to the bar, it get too raised
In the party with burners
I just need some new trainers
Bust a rhyme with that timin'
Left her man, you can’t blame her
On the zoot, I’m like Jagger
Chuffin' down on that flamer
On the dance, I make patterns
Even if you’re not raver
In the party with burners
I just need some new trainers
Bust a rhyme with that timin'
Left her man, you can’t blame her
On the zoot, I’m like Jagger
Chuffin' down on that flamer
On the dance, I make patterns
Even if you’re not raver