Happy Place

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I'm back in my happy place
Outside, I've been levels above for time
There is no need to acclimate
Holding it down like gaffer tape
And you know I've been nang from back a day
Them times I was humble and I was calm
Now I need all my praise and accolades (All of that)
Bare weirdos that I could name
And a lot of these guys are sheep
But I'm not part of the heard
Like I never had a say
Trust me, my pattern is different to theirs
So our settings could never calibrate
They try to give a man L's
But I still brang the dub over just like anime (Yeah)
Manga the saint of later day (Yeah)
So no weapon or barricade
Could ever stop the vibe that man has made
Saw me in the airport but I never had a case (Okay)
I've have one bag on me (Yeah)
And I'm getting a bag when I get there (Safe)
And I'll be back on Saturday
Oi, let that marinate
I don't watch how no op's operate
There is no static or traffic
When you've already got a lane
I used to say I was the best every other line
But now look, I ain't got to say it
The only chattings I do
Is telling my publisher up my offers, mate, safe
But they still want to act like I don't exist
Some of the preed and stole my ting
Said that I couldn't make and dough like this
But I made a lot of moves off beats
Like I've got no timing
I clart, don't care about the co-sign ting
They're waste of time just profiling
Me one alone, no co-pilot
I don't want to chat about the shows I did
When I done my tour
I rented a van and I just drove my ting
When on the set and I chose violence
Man want to say they're the best in the room
Stay there, cool, yeah, hold my drink

[Verse 2]
Underrated is boring, stop it
How many songs? How many projects?
How many flows? How many sets?
How many patterns? How many pockets?
And I cashed man bare times
Let's be honest, how many losses?
Sold-out tours, how many got in?
Merch gone too, how many got it?
I won't lie though, spent way too much time caring
Complaining and comparing
Went off-track and lost my bearings
I was lashing out but only I hurt
Like I've been staring
I was preeing instead of preparing
Call out my name and I won't air it
I'm moving wicked but not nefarious
Never gotta stress, got skills in all areas
So when they try rap me up,, can't hear it
They try rub me out like a radio song was swearing
Any bad vibes get sent my way
Get sent back like [?]
Yeah, and all this chat about ends ain't adding up
I was in GP, I was in [?]
I was in Becklow, I was in Yadama
I was in dreams and [?], bare yardies saying, "Jack it up"
I went to freeze and lay low, jumped on stage and man it up
Went to school with Joy and Fatima (Hello)
Late nights with the n-to-five
With Bo and he used to tag it up
Got reloads in Canada fillin'
And now I'm known in Canada (Mad)
Them time there I was moving jobless
But I still ain't got no manager
None of them thought I would last
But now I look back and I laugh
I guess they couldn't call it
Like the phone wasn't charged
Thought that I needed their approval
But I thought that it's all a facade
So now I just glow in the dark