Classic - Intellectual

[Chorus]

Classic, you know when it just says classic

Music can feel like magic

It's hard to beat like Crystal Palace

Own that shit like my names Steve Parrish

Sometimes life is savage

Not all about finding the baddest

The vision gets blurred like critical damage

Soulful, music can make your soul full

Man telling me that I'm old school

Coming like man-marking and not zonal

They wanna break for a hit so I'll call that a snowball

Well it makes sense in my head

Word to specs theres no rules

Yes I sip red red wine, does that make me a mogul?

[Verse 1]

I don't wanna takе like 100 pics

Radio doing up pumped up kicks

Cigarettе smoke and bourbon whiskey

Songs like this they're accustomed with

Bredrin tryna give me buns on spliff

I'm stressed out, fucks sake look at what COVID did

Got man sweating at small stuff bun that

Give me that potent shit

I don't wanna look at myself anymore

Got me feeling like I don't even know this kid

Not in a sad way just spent so much time on my ones that i loathe this kid

Locked up hitting new lows and shit

Feeling like everyday my goals'll shift

Everybody wanna try and ride this wave but never wanna act like I own this shit

Intelligence only ever stressed man out

Oblivious ones are the blessed ones now

Technology is not improving the planet

We're told that it is but it's upside down

Man gives illusions that shits improving conditioned to think that we're moving forward

But, humans are more polluted than anytime the ships been cruising

I just want money and sex

West Hams players I'm doubling czechs

Couldn't care less if you like me or not cos my bredrins do and my mothers impressed

Sometimes quiet and others I flex

The type to spend 600 on creps

Only when I got 20 g's in my bank

I ain't tryna go broke by tryna impress

Something expensive to sip with dinner

Old version of me is a distant figure

Been fucking with cole way before Born Sinner

Some bars just make you think and sit up

Hear a man spit like what did he say

40 to 1 I was on him each way

He paid for the beat that I'm on on this day

Sometimes it's luck that'll stop a mans pain

Thomas Tuchel I can never concede

When I bar Steph Curry how every thing freeze

Then it's straight out my pocket and everything's p's

Every expense yeah, everything's me

Sometimes you've just got to let a guy breath

Never gonna know when another life's peak

I was doing me tryna stomach my grief

But the world kept spinning

It don't go at your speed