Packetin

[Chorus]
Mum told me I got it all wrong
But I can’t take the real that much
Said I gotta pack it all in before long
But I swear down, I can’t feel that much
Mum told me I got it all wrong
But I can’t take the real that much
Said I gotta just pack it all in before long
But I swear down, I can’t feel that much

[Verse 1]
Yeah, what?
Mumzy asked me why I don’t smile in pics
Same reason man’s lighting spliffs
And all the mandem bruck white in bits
I try close my eyes and kip
But all man sees is violent shit
Man wanna chat about ice and drip
But me, I’ve been thinking life ain’t shit
Pass the buck, portion of blame
Got burst, went for a walk in the rain
Hotel room, tried call it a day
Did man vs. food with a quarter of flake
“I want to die”, that’s all I could say
I had the rope going round, all thе thoughts in my brain
Swear down, fam, I ain’t staying here long
So whеn man’s gone, don’t talk on my name
Try talk through the pain
With the voice in my head and he’s calling again
Hold down X but it’s all in a game
Tried drop me out, I never saw him the same
Thinking this shit’s normal, it ain’t
Man switch up and it’s all for the fame
Grew up round bicarb, water and ‘caine
You still can’t talk on my name, are you mad?

[Chorus]
Mum told me I got it all wrong
But I can’t take the real that much
Said I gotta pack it all in before long
But I swear down, I can’t feel that much
Mum told me I got it all wrong
But I can’t take the real that much
Said I gotta just pack it all in before long
But I swear down, I can’t feel that much

[Bridge]
And I’m out here still, yeah
My Gs in the field, yeah
Talking all that smoke
Yeah, it’s all fun and games until, yeah
Nothing’s ever simple
Ahh, yeah, yeah
Nothing’s ever simple
Ahh, yeah, yeah, yeah
And I’m out here still, yeah
My Gs in the field, yeah
Talking all that smoke
Yeah, it’s all fun and games until, yeah
Nothing’s ever simple
Ahh, yeah, yeah
Nothing’s ever simple
Ahh, yeah, yeah, yeah (no, no, no)

[Verse 2]
Nuttin’ ain’t simple
Went out, came home with a skinful
Put the beats on, might do a single
Big MC, don’t do no jingle
Mate, I was in Range with Imrul
Chat ‘bout rock but you’ve got no minerals
Any violations, simple
Straight up onto the scrap like Dingles
Yeah, all that stuff
What’s that? Life’s been rough? Ahh, well, tough
Growing up, I had to scuff
Gripsed up and handcuffed, smoking puff
Beg man call man’s bluff
T on the wing like duff
Walk in the room, spray what I like
And I say what I like just like Brian Clough, trust

[Chorus]
Mum told me I got it all wrong
But I can’t take the real that much
Said I gotta just pack it all in before long
But I swear down, I can’t feel that much
Mum told me I got it all wrong
But I can’t take the real that much
Said I gotta just pack it all in before long
But I swear down, I can’t feel that much