Early Hours

[Verse 1: Hardy]

Chris Tarrent questions, acting as depressants
Way more anti-social, shows I've had my lessons
Still posted on my pedastal, arrogance symmetrical
I don't care attitude, What? You think I'm mad at you?
Shit happens, there's shit patterns, i'll be wasting time
Trying to change the past, i'll just pay for mine, lately I'm
Talking to my cousin more, staying in the family
Cause entertaining bitches just makes them think that they had me
Are they angry? I won't guess before they hang me, that's just
More palava to be part of that's just, some bad luck
I'm already up at early hours, peaking through my curtains,
Purple skies and on my table just a phone that's full of lies
Finding ways of trying to cope, money as my hope
So I phone up my partner it's time to make some bible quotes,
Still pressing for that end result, won't get too absorbed
Cause weigh that money with some morals.. You should know what end falls
Well I guess some people won't and that's the way it is
So I'm going Ray Charles to all of their statuses
They say they hate the fake, but they don't love the real
So I won't play the games, long as my funds are real
Tryna make that legal money so the tunes that I drop are ill
Dress code black on black that won't change you can bank on that
I got no more to say.. infact nigga that's a wrap

[Verse 2: Proton]

Lord bless me so that
Everything I touch turns to gold
Lord I'm on my knees my soul I never sold
Never been one to snore and relax yet hope I evolve
So please provide me with a furnace for my coals and a net to score my goals
I'm measuring my success by followers and upsets
And wallowing in woe, my story will unfold
On days I feel to lay my bricks for the building
But the dereliction has killed it,
Yet I stayed yielded
All that's on my mind is cheese as a pilgrim
Choices.. I've made bad ones, now these voices,
Are hoisting my voyage i need back up
I can't breathe well i got bad lungs
This journey's like a triathlon
Taking two steps forward n back one
*talking for minute*
And it won't program in my Samsung
And still my talent is yet to be
Challenged listening to Nastradamus
To help keep me grounded
I found it the greatest have made mistakes it's amazing how mazes
Make you feel patient to try escape but this game will trap u the same way and we all wanna get away way
But poverty got us looking no further past pay day
Families bigger than bay bays
6 kids 3 rooms
That's each meal split 8 ways
So each day they say grace, *grace*
I pray, *pray*
Clutching on my rosaries,
Communion wafers sticking to my molars
As the Pentecostal oversees
Clutching on my rosaries
Communion wafers sticking to my molars
As the Pentecostal oversees