Yam

[Intro]
I don't know how to explain it but the way you are going to be successful and pattern life, I cannot explain, I cannot explain
That's all I can say
Don't even want to tell you my dream because it's one of them ones, where I'm going to sound a bit mad
But just know I don't dream about random people, there's this thing

[Verse]
I'm not one to count my losses
Winning 'cause count the cross, yes
I'm out of pocket
I am done with all the nonsense
No out of love yet
EE said my data run out
Oh, satan stop it's
MOT is seven months out
The feds have copped it
And I chucked my burner phone into the bush, yeah
Circa like a hundred contacts on the books, yeah
Couple tickets, bagging food enough to cook, yeah
Coulda got a charge like I was plugging goods, yeah

[Chorus]
You don't want to know what I'm thinking
You don't want to know
Fifty quid on horse, yeah, 'cause I was feeling alone
I went to the motherland, pops said it's imperative my narrative can understand
White still in my blood but know the black side got the upper hand
I'm tentative when parenting becomes more than an Xbox ban
That's textbook for you, relatives who call me fam but never rang?