| You and me don’t see eye to eye anymore
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| You don’t even breathe, neither do I anymore, more
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| Maybe you should leave to the night, 'cause I’m sure
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| You and me don’t see eye to eye anymore, more
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| Some people to people, not seeing pupil to pupil
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| Ain’t seeing iris to iris, they’re being futile and brutal
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| Like Cyrus, the virus, a little chance they might shoot you
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| So give 'em laser removal, the whole kit and kaboodle
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| As I sit here with my pen and I doodle
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| Thinking 'bout how all my friendship group quadrupled with rupels
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| And tripled and doubled
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| Then suddenly, I’m covered in rubble
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| They were using me, their puppetry stumble
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| Back in 2012, I probably had 2012 contacts
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| Plus hundreds of contacts, let’s start with the long facts
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| My phone book was looking like the Yellow Pages
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| I was spending much of life with so many strangers
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| In one year, I probably had six Ranges
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| And my dealer probably bought herself a few bracelets
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| Went through sick changes, yeah, the shit’s crazy
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| All because I fell in love with 36 chambers
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| Who can blame us?
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| Always tryna copy off inspector debt
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| Now I sit inside my castle, inspecting the deck
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| I got a sun deck, a pool deck, a food deck, who?
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| That you, yeah? |
| That little kid you bullied at school
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| Always acted a fool and tried to be cool
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| Deleted you on Facebook right as soon as I blew
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| 'Cause all the bullies try and fool you when they ask for favours
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| But I’ll be in Ibiza with a couple ravers
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| Girls, a couple flavours
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| On some wrong behaviour
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| 'Til my missus landed on my lap, became my saviour
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| Had a couple failures, married Miss Australia
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| Fell and landed on my feet, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
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| You and me don’t see eye to eye anymore
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| You don’t even breathe, neither do I anymore, more
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| Maybe you should leave to the night, 'cause I’m sure, sure
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| You and me don’t see eye to eye anymore, more
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| Bruv, the journey is nuts
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| 20 breh’s upstairs, rollin' herb on the bus
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| Rhymin' cyphers with a lighter, we’re burnin' it up
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| '05, slow grind, no one makin' P
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| Verse number 183 but where’s it taking me?
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| Hard to show that you’re a leader when nobody sees ya'
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| Low exposure, overchievers, you know the procedure
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| I go on believing, proverbial tree in
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| The forest breaking down, did it make a sound?
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| Never special-guested, always second-bested
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| Mental health is tested
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| Clinically depressive, gave myself the message
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| If that’s what wrong with me, that’s tragic comedy
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| Put it on stage, make it an economy
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| I told the world I was a loser and they laughed
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| Now my garden bigger than a fuckin' park
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| But I still think back to the start
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| Those first flows when there weren’t jokes, I was dirt broke
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| I knew Elliot in the days of Ready Brek and Teletext
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| Never knew where we’d be shellin' next
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| Nowadays it’s a brave new environment
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| Just for Example, I came out of retirement
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| Netflix, Apple TV, BBC
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| I don’t need to do this, I just love the music
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| I just love the way the beat reacts when I abuse it
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| I just love the way that you assume that I could lose it, foolish
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| You and me don’t see eye to eye anymore (Stupid)
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| You don’t even breathe, neither do I anymore, more (Go get 'em, Sway)
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| Maybe you should leave to the night, 'cause I’m sure, sure
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| You and me don’t see eye to eye anymore, more
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| Listen, I’ve learned not to take anything personal
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| With the industry for the stuck up squares, you gotta be versatile
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| While they were cutting shapes, I was cutting tapes
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| On the stage where before you went in, you had to circle 'round
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| I heard their doubts but I won
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| Left 'em behind on their bums
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| Still shake it every time I rhyme, try to work it out
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| And if you made it this far into the song then your attention span is long
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| enough for me to make this worth the while
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| Listen, anything we want in this life, we can achieve it (Real talk)
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| It was the eye in my piano that helped me see this
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| But soon as I had the key, I tried to tune in with my peers
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| But because they had fears, they saw my drive and tried to key it
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| Man, I’ve started from scratch so many times
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| Lost a couple of notes and I’ve scrapped so many lines
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| Took it back to Africa when I scrap so many lions |
| That slap me fast, and so hard that they scrapped Simba and
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| Why on earth would you say this when you got four kids? |
| This is science
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| See the kids that want Disney don’t know who Walt is
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| Created a scene without creating a scene, there’s a science
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| I’m not asking for roses, they erode quick
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| First single at 19, had the rap game Covid since '06
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| When there were no TikToks to blow quick
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| I’ve been a G before IG, live streams and 5G
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| Ask poisonous poets, I’ve got the cure for anyone home sick
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| Fresh outta lockdown and I’ve been on my Doc’s Brown
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| I lead by Example, there ain’t a door I couldn’t knock down
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| I’m buildin' an empire, makin' use of all of these blocks now
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| And I don’t accept cookies, they give me crumbs, I click to opt out
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| So whenever you see this list about who isn’t and who is in the top ten
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| lyricists of Great Britain, you should please remember this
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| Some of the people that create 'em are some of the people that I’ve dissed
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| By not submitting into their system but I’ma teach them
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| Class dismissed, Sway |