Forgiveness) - Wretch 32, Etta Bond

Holdin' on tryna be somebody

But it won’t be long before you need somebody

Holdin' on tryna be somebody

But it won’t be long before you need somebody

Excuse me my friend, forgot that you were standing there

Excuse me my friend, I don’t remember who I am

All I know is I was reaching for the stars

Let go everyone I had it from the start, start, woah, woah

Forgiveness, asking for forgiveness, hey, hey, hey

Forgiveness, asking for forgiveness, hey, hey, hey

Feel like I’m slackin' with my children

Focusing on rap tryna pack and shake the building

In a race with my own race, just to raise the roof

And I ain’t talking 'bout the ceiling

Here’s something to believe in:

No sleep, cause you’re livin' what you’re dreamin'

And it’s the lesson in itself

How my son can call me dad when I miss the parents evenings

Amazed I’m still breathin';

Every other shot I feel my insides bleedin'

Grandad, turnin' in his grave

Cause I promised that I’ll be there for my gran when she’s grievin'

I used to be a man of my word;

Now, time seems to have got the best of my sentence

In that case I’ll have to adjourn

Cause the thought of an excuse is just as bad as the intention

Excuse me, my friend

I think I might’ve hit my head

Excuse me, my friend

I don’t remember who I am

Cause I’m holdin' on tryna be somebody

But it won’t be long before I need somebody

Forgiveness, asking for forgiveness (hey, hey, hey, hey)

Went to church to pray for a top ten

Then I went number 5, I ain’t been back again

But when my jewellery friend phones

Like they got new rings I’ll most likely attend

Hoppin' out a new benz, start the car from outside

When is this gonna end?

My mum’s still livin' in the ends

Spent jibs on tha wrist before I put her with celebs

I’m still livin' like a wretch

All I hear is fuck, fuck

All the girls have got tourettes

And no I don’t wanna bet

Even the odd bird wanna take me to the nest

I swear I only came for the music, but the more I touch notes

It’s like the more I get stupid

It’s a gift and a curse, but before I blame myself

I’m a say it’s what the tune did

My show’s home, go go this is my entrance

I raise the bar, pole vault, it’s rap athletics

A famous star, on his own, counting blessings

A loner: no one phones, I get the message