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[Chorus]
One minute I'm taking a minute, one minute I'm in it
This minute I'm here
I been on the grind for a second too long to be second
I just had a second of fear
I got my foot on the gas, don't tell me relax
The money don't fuckin' appear
I took a tour of the world, and sold 'em a song for a crib
Hell of a year!
Independent, I'm richer than ever
Buy me a boat when I cry me a river
I'd be a ten-outta-ten with a tenner
Three-outta-ten after 40 for quiver
I turn the love of my life to a singer
Michelin star for the dinner
Then it's all high notes, doing up Michael Jackson
Watching her man in the mirror
[Verse 1]
Today I got something to prove, I'm telling 'em move
I'm not fuckin' leavin', I'm comin' like Leo di Cap in the booth
To tell you the truth
I'm stood with my hand in my pocket
My wallet is stockin' the other one up with the blues
And I got a hickie done, that was a sticky one
Matchin' the colour with one of my shoes, yeah
When I got my back to the wall, I look at the plaque at the back of hall
I realise I'm buggin', it's probably nothin'
I pick up the pen and I'm bunning them all
Just had a girl say "I wish you were tall"
I wish she was leng
I pity the fool
Pity their hate
I pity them all
Eatin' my brekky inside of the pool
[Verse 2]
Bitch, outta 10 I'm a 2 and an 8
Ruling me out, but you made a mistake
Label heard Toxic, they they said "up-and-comer"
Must be dumb and dumber, I'm sorry you're late
Done it for years, read you the book
Told you the tears, you know the struggle, I told you the truth
This one I'm shining like fuckin' veneers
Listen up
I want my neck freeze, you better double the fees
Listen up
I want some neck please, money come up on the screens
Listen up
You wanna be happy, then do it yourself
I write a song to be cocky for help
Mama done told me beware of the dog
But I got the dog in me chasing myself
What's the point in going round in circles if
You're not gonna look at yourself in the mirror every now and then and say
"Damn, you're actually that fucking guy, man!"?
If you're gonna beat yourself up about things, then
You gotta celebrate life too
[Chorus]
One minute I'm taking a minute, one minute I'm in it
This minute I'm here
I been on the grind for a second too long to be second
I just had a second of fear
I got my foot on the gas, don't tell me relax
The money don't fuckin' appear
I took a tour of the world, and sold 'em a song for a crib
Hell of a year!
Independent, I'm richer than ever
Buy me a boat when I cry me a river
I'd be a ten-outta-ten with a tenner
Three-outta-ten after 40 for quiver
I turn the love of my life to a singer
Michelin star for the dinner
Then it's all high notes, doing up Michael Jackson
Watching her man in the mirror
Written by: James Songer
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