Packetin

Lyrics

[Chorus] Mum told me I got it all wrong But I can't take the real that much Said I gotta pack it all in before long But I swear down, I can't feel that much Mum told me I got it all wrong But I can't take the real that much Said I gotta just pack it all in before long But I swear down, I can't feel that much [Verse 1] Yeah, what? Mumzy asked me why I don't smile in pics Same reason man's lighting spliffs And all the mandem bruck white in bits I try close my eyes and kip But all man sees is violent shit Man wanna chat about ice and drip But me, I've been thinking life ain't shit Pass the buck, portion of blame Got burst, went for a walk in the rain Hotel room, tried call it a day Did man vs. food with a quarter of flake "I want to die", that's all I could say I had the rope going round, all thе thoughts in my brain Swear down, fam, I ain't staying here long So whеn man's gone, don't talk on my name Try talk through the pain With the voice in my head and he's calling again Hold down X but it's all in a game Tried drop me out, I never saw him the same Thinking this shit's normal, it ain't Man switch up and it's all for the fame Grew up round bicarb, water and 'caine You still can't talk on my name, are you mad? [Chorus] Mum told me I got it all wrong But I can't take the real that much Said I gotta pack it all in before long But I swear down, I can't feel that much Mum told me I got it all wrong But I can't take the real that much Said I gotta just pack it all in before long But I swear down, I can't feel that much [Bridge] And I'm out here still, yeah My Gs in the field, yeah Talking all that smoke Yeah, it's all fun and games until, yeah Nothing's ever simple Ahh, yeah, yeah Nothing's ever simple Ahh, yeah, yeah, yeah And I'm out here still, yeah My Gs in the field, yeah Talking all that smoke Yeah, it's all fun and games until, yeah Nothing's ever simple Ahh, yeah, yeah Nothing's ever simple Ahh, yeah, yeah, yeah (no, no, no) [Verse 2] Nuttin' ain't simple Went out, came home with a skinful Put the beats on, might do a single Big MC, don't do no jingle Mate, I was in Range with Imrul Chat 'bout rock but you've got no minerals Any violations, simple Straight up onto the scrap like Dingles Yeah, all that stuff What's that? Life's been rough? Ahh, well, tough Growing up, I had to scuff Gripsed up and handcuffed, smoking puff Beg man call man's bluff T on the wing like duff Walk in the room, spray what I like And I say what I like just like Brian Clough, trust [Chorus] Mum told me I got it all wrong But I can't take the real that much Said I gotta just pack it all in before long But I swear down, I can't feel that much Mum told me I got it all wrong But I can't take the real that much Said I gotta just pack it all in before long But I swear down, I can't feel that much