[Verse 1: Franklin Armstrong]

Wake up some days, fuck this music

I need a break sometimes

I write my life so they know my life

Now they're preeing my life online

Tell 'em I'm cool, I'm fine

Life 'bout lust and life on rhymes

Franklin Armstrong life and times

Pray my spirit lives on through time

To much to ask, but life ain't good

Never missed the past

And I'm breezing through when I skip the class

Red wine in the bottle like Sunday mass

I confess myself (myself)

Everything I did (I did)

Don't believe in it (in it)

The solace it will bring

[Verse 2: DecentDecent]

They say I can't rap, why's that?

Can't lie I don't care 'bout that

But the rap game's fucked

And I can't lie manna can't hack

So I went and had words with dad

Like dad, why the fuck am I always so damn sad?

Swear down dad I feel so mad

Told me there's a thin line between lies and fact

And you can't see that 'cos you're always way too frassed

I was like yeah, that's true

But I'm still sat back with the backstrapped food

Getting high like I usually do

Can't front got me feeling all blue

But I'm still en route

Where to?

Don't know, don't care

Anywhere that I can't think straight

Cos I need to escape

So I need more grade

All these contradictions

Lies never leaving

It's jokes how I'm only compos mentis when lean

But I need to believe, 'cos I ain't got no plan B

Okay, let me set the scene

Never was down with GCSEs

Now I drift on beats like I did drift through school

Cos man that shit weren't me

Still made to believe that I underachieved

Made to believe that I couldn't be a part of the masterpiece

They said I couldn't be a part of the team

Like fuck that I can't get down with these G's

It's like we stopped living in peace

Decided to place our trust in machines

You can talk so much shit on the net

But I bet you wouldn't say that to your G's

Nah you wouldn't say that to me please

Go on then, go on then

Draw for the stick

You can dip, dip man right now

And it wouldn't mean shit

Put your money where your mouth is

I ain't got a big stack right now

But soon come I'll be counting

Don't doubt it

[Outro: Franklin Armstrong] x 2

I confess my sin (my sin)

Everything I did (I did)

Don't believe in it (in it)

Solace it will bring (will bring)