Lyrics : Joseph Heron
Music : Joseph Heron
You know what... SHO's ****ed,
Old news...
Get down, lay down,
stay down on the floor now,
Let down's head found buried by the shore now,
Forget talk, heads off, samurai pose now,
Sex ed, legs spread, when I bring the hoes out,
Oh yes, undress, Polaroid pose now,
Undone, so numb, I need another dose now,
Mum says, fix up, you're 20 years old now,
Can't tell her I've seen, shit she can't know bout,
It's hard mate, she hates, that her baby's all grown now,
Man a got fans reppin on the Gold Coast now,
When I'm at a station yea man I got closed mouth,
So tie a rope round everything I've said that you think's profound,
Then I hit the road, I'm never coming home now,
Say goodbye to Joe now,
I said, I said say goodbye to Joe now,
I said, I said,
Say good, say Goodbye to Joe now,
Come and see what I found,
I'm tea breaking eating my week's wages,
Happily unemployed if I've got clean trainers,
Tell you happy new year a year later,
Riding blindfolded over a blind summit that fear favoured,
He's wasted, we're greater,
I see the deceit in sincere favours,
For them the peaks fading,
For me it's a brief statement,
Long enough for you to keep aching,
Keep saying you'll change,
Don't keep the leaves waiting,
The sound of you breathing is making me impatient,
Nowadays we don't know what a keep sake is,
I keep saying...
So what you think that I’ve changed
I’m the same old bro from back in day
Got no new news for the cats in the lane,
There was so many days when I trapped in the rain,
Sorry to mum for the stress,
And obviously bae,
She was right there when they took me away,
Got a head full of stress
And a heart full of pain,
I’ll be clutching on rage,
When am punching your face
Don’t **** with my mates,
We be nutting but greats,
Cracking the bottle
Then sip on the grapes,
Tryna move on
To a different stage
Grafting mentality,
Everyday
Never go hungry my brudda
Just trying to work
And put food on the plate
I guess it comes down
To the way that I was raised,
So don’t think that I’ve changed,
I’m the same old bro
From back in the day,
might not be trapping an 8th
But I’ve still got my eyes
On the cash like am drake,
Just tryna work out which path I should take,
Coz I came along way from bagging the weight,
An immaculate stray,
So when it comes down to this rapping,
I put in the passion like Dre,
Let me go back in again,
I don’t rap for the fame
I rap for my name,
And my bro’s that be grafting away,
Up an down roads tryna grab that pay,
I spent a weeks wage in a ****ing day,
So what I can say,
I made mistake,
Severed the head of a couple a snakes
Full speed ahead am not touching the brakes,
Stay out my way,
Don’t try get in my lane,
I’m picking my brain,
For these bars am spitting
To stop me from going insane,
couldn’t give a shit about what you be saying,
Couldn’t care less about where you be staying,
MFTM man you know we ain’t playing