[Intro]

Ooh, love

You put me back together, yeah

Yo

[Verse 1]

When you hear these words, it's chopped up parts of my life

You can't dumb down this thing

I've noticed men that don't chill around losers

Are the ones that are winning

Anytime I got run down, I was picking man off

And I come out swinging

I can't put my finger on what I'm feeling, though

But it's somehow different

I can't say life ain't written

I've had a staring match with death

And I won every time, I could have been written

I've lost friends cah they done man wrong

Thank God every time, He's just trying to rеveal them

If you strip man to his core, see, structurеs weak like a concrete building

Integrity, discipline, heart, fundamentals

I'm front and I'm mental, straight to the money, I'm not here to mingle

English boy, man used to collect thimbles

I've seen things that make your skin tingle

I've seen things with hollow cheeks look just like the guy who killed Mace Windu

I was fifteen when he took my bro, that was my guy, my brudda

Had me thinking, "Is God real?", he was just leaving jemma

How does that make sense?

What kind of God is God when babies die, how does that make sense?

And there's people stressing in the West

But they got pushed to the West, now they can't pay rent

Now they're living in debt like Jesus wept, how does that make sense?

And there's dads who abuse their daughters, tell me how that makes sense?

God put that baby in that wicked man's house, it don't make sense

[Interlude]

I guess I still got faith, but it don't make sense, man

Still got faith, though, but it don't make sense

But, I s'pose not everything in life makes sense

To be honest, a lot of things in my life don't make sense as well, though

[Verse 2]

Well, when I was one, my pops just left out the house, so long, then, Dad

Then I had a next pops, and his name was Mike, I thought he was my dad

Then I turned three, and he left with no goodbye, so long, then, Dad

My mum said that it's not my fault, I was too young to understand

Then I had a next stepdad, he was old school, very millitant man

When I was nine, he used to smack me about like a punching bag

Then when I was ten, I was in school on violence, fucked up bad

By the time I was thirteen, I was an angry lad doing snatch and grabs

By the time I was fourteen, I had the police at my door, I drove my mum mad

Then she left my stepdad, but it was way too late, man, the damage was done

Like, "You were my rock, how could you let a next man come damage your son?"

I was a kid so filled with light, and it made me emotionless

And the maddest thing is, we didn't need no one, man

We didn't need no one, I had enough strength for the both of us, yeah

And you had enough strength for the both of us, that's what smacks it, man

Both of us

[Verse 3]

When I was sixteen, I got kicked out, it was homelessness

I was on sofas, I was on floors, I was on a night bus

But I had nowhere to go, just sleeping, man, it was sore

But I never complained, why, what for?

All of it built me, it's part of my core

So man hit rock bottom, pick up the bottle

Or they even pick up a draw

I just picked myself up more

I think deep down, I've always known what the powers that be really had in store

Now I took my wife to the Dior store

Take my mum to the Chanel store

"Mum, remember, we used to be poor?" Shh

[Interlude]

I swear, man, I didn't speak to my mum for years and years, man

I swear that I felt like a whole part of me was missing

Like I was broken, and I was angry inside all the time, and then

Things, we, we rekindled, and I was put back together

[Verse 4]

Me and my mum didn't talk for years

My shell got thicker, I held back tears

Missing the days when I used to misbehave and she'd make me sit on the stairs

My story's not like theirs, it goes back years and years and years

Everyone's got pain, but who cares?

So many mistakes, too many mares

Look in my eyes, I ain't like these brehs, I got

All of the drip they got, the kettles, the money

But come to the difference, me? Psh, I just don't care

How could I be infatuated by what a man's got or what a man wear?

I've heard things in the grapevine, man wanna scheme on me, I'll just drop a man there, tch

[Outro]

Ooh, love

You put me back together