Songer – Azpilicueta Lyrics (feat. Rmdybeatz)

They knew that I was different when my life began
Guess that I’m an adult now
Time to prove that I’m the man
Have’t seen my face
Why would you like to man
Lyrics drive insane
Your pen has got a driving ban
I’ll be the biggest on this planet when I’m older
The last lyric I ever spat is when I told ya
Used to be the guy that kept on bending over backwards
Now it’s kinda backwards cos your gally keep on bending over
Saying that I’m wet but never drown man
Allow it man, f**k anybody who wanna doubt man
Couple people taking P’s but didn’t upload
But now they see me blowing up so now they wanna shout man
Nah g, f**k it man keep the money
You’re only relevant once a year like the easter bunny
Call it quits and we’ll say you never owed me jack
Just remember when I blow you tried to hold me back
I’m more than just a rapper or an artist
I’m ain’t normal in the slightest
I’m the mother f**king hardest
Switzerland to Munich all these bitches say I’m too sick
Just wait until I’ve written couple movies that have charted
I spit facts then repeat them
Outside the box like tic tacs when you eat them
I was broke on a Sunday
Had a smoke on a Monday
Now I just graft got six racks by the weekend and
My old girl is gutted that the days over
Sleeping with a guy in my team to try and gain closure
Cos when she’s on her instagram feed or she hits the damn street she’s reminded that I’ll take over
Sit down take a seat watch me blow up
I don’t need no six pack or no blow up
In a couple years I’ll be with a couple peers as we sip a couple beers
Sit on stage watch the people show up

Yeah, outside the box
Listen

And I couldn’t give a f**k if you were vibing out to J Cole
Or climbing out the K hole
Rhyme because I’m sick and I’m sick because I say so
Headphones in, I’m singing on the way home
Only time you hold a piece is probably cos you’re gay bro
Couple man don’t like it that I try rapping
They made something from nothing and think that I haven’t
And I promise you will understand
I swear I’m looking up to man
But not a single person has got my talent
Would you rather be a road man
Rather be a genius
Rather sell a draw
Or be selling out areas
Coming out of pen
Or be coming out the speakers
I put it on my life that I’m the mother f**king realist
But I feel so low, it’s like it has to get better
And I’d never tell a soul try and handle it better
Grab a gram of the cheddar and pick a pad and a pen up till these fans call me Dave like I’m Azpilicueta

And even I fear me
Cos I’m blind really
Spitting with my eyes closed is when I see clearly
Even I fear me
Cos I’m blind really
Spitting with my eyes closed is when I see clearly
My best mates dutch and he’s got six toes
We don’t give a f**k we open Travis Scotts windows
My best mates dutch and he’s got six toes
We don’t give a f**k we open Travis Scotts windows

Yeah outside the box it’s Songer
Bow

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