[Verse 1: Jack Webster]

Going way back it’s the modern day bandit

Screaming out murder but always looking like an accident

The world never turns out however you imagine it, falling from the decent of your passion

Waking up, on the wrong end of the bedside

You’re everything I want in this life and your not mine

Ignorance is bliss when you’re selfish and naive

I’m not going to change, so for now you’ll be in my dreams

I know that shit, can fuck you up mentally

I’ve been to hell and back I guess it’s all coincidentally the reason that I’m never satisfied with anything

I’m in it for the process and not the ring uh

People change, for the bad or the better

I’m tumbling out of my mind forcing you to settle ‘cos I want you back

Straight to the head like Kennedy, from the spiritual world of the underground

We count the papers not the blessings that you hear about it’s a remedy

Don’t tell your friends about me, I flirt with the devil I know I can’t help it it’s my lifeline

The higher I ‘scend the more destruction in my decline

When it comes to these women I know there’s no divide, no time to take my pick

Like I’m out of the cornerback stronger force than a Bolshevik, she’s a bad bitch black dress and red lipstick

Probably sitting on top of the throne to look at all the people that she can disown but it’s too late now

I’m in this till’ the end don’t question who I’m repping now, I’m feeling irreplaceable Victor Oladipo

I’m pacing when I’m stressed just take it easy like a free throw, I’m just being me now uh

Feeling more disrespected than Nick Foles, I’ll be back again just listen out for the drum roll

Three dots from my Spanish girl it’s lucky I speak Espanyol

So please don’t tell me that you hate me and miss me when I’m, gone

[Verse 2: Keato]

Welcome to the show this is how you set the tone

I’m not alone I just ride the highs and lows

I’m burning like ozone, I spit it in slow-mo, I’m kicking it dojo and pose for the photo uh

I got it all but I always seem to want more

You took a risk by giving me that AUX cord

And fuck your validation and your vocation, pretend to pour lean like it’s One Nation

This the shit before the main dish, bounce around with the people that you came with

Not fussed if I make it or not but if I lose the outlet I’ll be losing the plot, hold on

‘Cos I got my bravado like Tony Soprano I spit that staccato

I kill that like Fargo pull up with the cargo I need me an art hoe

[Verse 3: Samson]

Fuck the teleprompter I’m going off top ya, if you didn’t hear

The legend of Samson all rise and no fall that’s depressing, guess I’ll fill you in

I’m not an archetypal rapper, not sure how this all happened

Prick your ears up now I’ll tell the story back once

Take a little introvert and give him an outlet, a place he can embrace but can’t get rid of self doubt yet

A mess from the outset, labelled wasted potential, deflated by that appraisal - inessential

In a nutshell he just wanted to be himself, but that shit took a while to figure out

Made a shitty demo, sent it to his friend no-one questioning his methods ‘cos he kept it on the down-low

His friend gave him the low-down, he would join him in this quest - the architect Keats as you know now

The link that was still missing was evident, so they sent out a call and Web came answering

And so it was heaven sent, Samson had a purpose hell bent for success but it took a lot of workin'

Just waiting for that cash flow when this tape drop he’s running with a mask on like this Face Off days on are his days off

Say the sky’s the limit now he’s floating in orbit if the timing feels right, you should say that you called it