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Martin’s Sofa

"Martin’s Sofa" Lyrics by Headie One

(M1OnTheBeat)

God blessin’ all the trap niggas

God blessin’ all the trap niggas (One)

M11 in a bruck down motor, one-way trip to Martin’s sofa (Turn)

I lost everything, felt like I had no one

Sat stressed out on Martin’s sofa (Turn up)

I done my first show, had to spud the promoter

Head straight back to Martin’s sofa (Augh)

I pray when the fame and the charting’s over, I ain’t gon’ end up on Martin’s sofa (Told me turn, ayy)

M11 in a bruck down motor, one-way trip to Martin’s sofa (Told me turn)

I lost everything, felt like I had no one

Sat stressed out on Martin’s sofa (Augh)

I done my first show, had to spud the promoter

Head straight back to Martin’s sofa

I pray when the fame and the charting’s over, I ain’t gon’ end up on Martin’s sofa (One)

Winter night, it’s the 6th October

If I had a one wish for my birthday (Turn)

It would be some more ten-ten yola (Turn, turn)

I’m in the bando, there’s no California (Turn up)

I ain’t tryna count these twenties up sober

The ding-dong bait (Turn, they told me turn) no insurance

One more sale ’til the reloads over

I’m tryna make a crack fiend turn chauffer

My intention’s innocent

This bando small, but I’m dreamin’ big (Suh, suh, suh, suh)

It was attempted M first time I was faced with the CPS

I been my first hood if I don’t lose, and the gang why I’m OT juggin’

(“Lil’ broski, why you been OT juggin’?”)

‘Cause I’d rather sit down for the food than bootin’ (Shh)

Yo (Turn), everyday these badgers get more stupid (Turn, turn)

Bro got eight for the mash, no sweets and now he gotta wait ’til it’s free (Free), bootin’

OT boy, but when I come to the hood, cause a nuisance (Nuisance)

Had the hammer on me, it come like I’m tryna do home improvements (Turn, told me turn)

It’s a double or life and I’m workin’ two shifts

Monday, I’m tryna be a college boy

Friday, on a Northwest train from Euston (Augh)

Yeah, I fucked up my attendance

I bought two and a blue and the magic I made assemble like the Avengers

Bro always said I’m useless (I’m useless)

My first day in Scotland, I made me two quid (Turn)

M11 in a bruck down motor, one-way trip to Martin’s sofa

I lost everything, felt like I had no one

Sat stressed out on Martin’s sofa (Uh)

I done my first show, had to spud the promoter

Head straight back to Martin’s sofa (Sofa)

I pray when the fame and the charting’s over, I ain’t gon’ end up on Martin’s sofa (Told me turn, ayy)

M11 in a bruck down motor, one-way trip to Martin’s sofa

I lost everything, felt like I had no one

Sat stressed out on Martin’s sofa (Augh)

I done my first show, had to spud the promoter

Head straight back to Martin’s sofa (Turn)

I pray when the fame and the charting’s over, I ain’t gon’ end up on Martin’s sofa (Turn, turn, turn)

My worker tried finessin’ the pack, he said Fiona’s car got smashed (Cap)

I was down to my last half each, had me with the hand ting in the back of the cab (Real talk)

I was takin’ a smoke on the M-way, I felt like a sport exhaust pipe (Neow)

Yo, I need the food right now and I don’t wanna hear more lies (No)

Told them that I know it’s a loss, it’s kosher

Just find out the loss and the change you got and meet me on Martin’s sofa (Martin’s sofa)

Did a back for the revolver (Yo)

What haven’t I done whilst sittin’ on Martin’s sofa? Uh

I swing the stick ’round like a golfer (Mm)

I switch up the pattern and trapped out a motor

Every day yola, madj or ammonia (Turn, turn, turn)

I don’t wanna catch me a thirty (Turn)

I’m tryna stack me a thirty and buy a Daytona (Turn, told me turn)

I need my trap days over, I see myself in the Daily Mail (How?)

I’m on my first strike so if I get grabbed, fam, I can’t get bail (Turn)

I smell like the bando, I can’t get girls (Augh)

And before “Know Better”, I woulda quit rap ’cause I can’t take L’s (Gang)

Had to sign off twice a week, had too much shows, now I can’t make sales

Had just the sign left, I felt like Seychelles

I even popped off bells in Martin’s sofa (Don’t tell him)

M11 in a bruck down motor, one-way trip to Martin’s sofa

I lost everything, felt like I had no one

Sat stressed out on Martin’s sofa

I done my first show, had to spud the promoter

Head straight back to Martin’s sofa (Told me turn)

I pray when the fame and the charting’s over, I ain’t gon’ end up on Martin’s sofa (Told me turn, M1OnTheBeat)

M11 in a bruck down motor, one-way trip to Martin’s sofa (Told me turn, ay)

I lost everything, felt like I had no one

Sat stressed out on Martin’s sofa (Turn up)

I done my first show, had to spud the promoter

Head straight back to Martin’s sofa

I pray when the fame and the charting’s over, I ain’t gon’ end up on Martin’s sofa (Suh-suh-suh-suh-suh-suh-suh)

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