Thinking out Loud - A2

Man I can’t describe this feeling

My eyes can’t identify this being

They say seeing is believing

If you’ve seen me then you’d believe

That I’m a genius, word

Pour emotion in verses, its how I cope

I guess I was chosen at birth

And they don’t understand what I mean though

I feel like Al Pacino, I’m here in my colourful shirt

They’re saying «damn he’s got an ego»

Temper short like Danny DeVito

Tryna change my ways like Carlito

Knocking at the door, the Devil’s eye at the peep hole

These friends in disguise, I really see foes

Been burnt and I ain’t tryna see more Fire

I ain’t Lethal

Sent me down under like I’m Aussie

Think I should leave that like I’m Niko

As my heart beats faster

Days get darker

Older brother’s asking when I’m taking my Shahadah

Mummy is a Christian and daddy’s more like a Rasta

But she can’t see my vision

Thinks I need to see the pastor

Says my sins ain’t been forgiven

Pray I don’t meet up with Karma

I say Mummy, please don’t worry, I think God just gave armour

I thank God I’m not in prison, praises that I’m not like my father

Then she joins her hands, and says Amen

While I crack up with laughter (AHH)

You know, I don’t really care

Because there’s air up in my lungs

Money in my pocket

I care about my funds

And to the Queen, I made a promise

That we’d always get each other

Nothing comes between us

My girl might know I’m cheating

But she ain’t never see us

I’m all about my lizzy

That’s ever since my teens

Cos she gave me the greatest head that I’ve ever received

Man I can’t describe that feeling

I really can’t, but it’s Heaven

You know that, 'Bring 5 bills in case'

Hermes belt up on his waist, 23's, he’s size 11

Up in Harrods with them Arabs

Looking to buy some carats

But they ain’t fond of salad

Yeah, that high life kind of feeling

Around no life human being

My mojo’s like Austin Powers

Feeling better than my last tape

Yeah I’m feeling like the past Drake

And little bit of young Biggie

And Kanye during the Heartbreak

Most had dreams, but some have sold 'em

I dreamt I was puffing while getting chauffeured

Tell paparazzi get my good side

Cos they don’t wanna see my bad side soldiers

So as my heart beats slower, days get colder

Family members asking if a deal is any closer

But I’m just keeping focused

If they sign me that’s a bonus

On the road to success with hitch-hikers, fakes and cobras

And I don’t need the stress

Please do not try and stop my motion

You should let me think out loud

Keep your eyes closed and your mind open

I paint pictures with my words

I’m like Van Gogh vs. Beethoven

Put my hands on the piano

And it sounds like God has spoken (AHH)

Just let the piano play

I’m feeling like Frank Sinatra or something haha

Hennessy Thoughts, is when the Hennessy talks

You know how it is…