Forgiveness (feat. Etta Bond)

Feel like I'm slackin' with my children

Focusing on rap tryna back 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

I've my son to 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,

Cah 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

[Hook:]

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) [x4]

[Verse 2:]

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 endz,

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 play myself,

I'm a say this for the [?]

[Hook:]

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) [x4]

[Outro:]

My shows home, go go this is my entrance

I raise the bar, pole volt it's rapathletics

A famous star on his own counting blessings

A loner no-one phones, I get the message