Caravan at Butlins

Searching for a pretty Pocahontas

True say I thought love was always toxic

Alcohol to liver man, these drinks made me vomit

And I havent seen my jigga

Drive benz 'round ends selling keys no tens

Lifestyle of conflict, this is not a concept

Just being honest, havent got the cheat codes

Sales down these roads, been days since I been home

With friends how I feel alone, para' thoughts in my dome

Thinking Id be better of if I gave up and left this world
You say I aint been myself, since days in a police cells

Heaven man I live in hell, for money Imma live in hell, alone

And I miss my girl, man I aint feeling well

Man I wanna off myself, screaming that I love yourself for love

Imma live in hell, I love you, pray youre doing well

Love you each and every day, more than I love myself

Monday blues, monday blues

Sometimes when I find myself low I look to the skies and pray

But theres no god above me that can take my pain

And I cry outright

I pray my enemies die

I miss being open, honest with my siblings

Too busy squabbling 'bout shit with no meaning

Man have missed feeling, and man have missed dreaming
Man have missed sleeping without weed

Forgot the last time I was creasing, drowning in the deep end

Wheres all the fun gone? Why did the funds stop?

Whyve youve got a gun top, bigman better bun shots

Why does the fun stop? Why dont we smile?

Man I walk for miles for a draw in the rain

To act bored and complain

Say its on the way, turn the scales on the ways, always the same

You just sit and complain, 'bout how you sit and complain

I was happy selling Yay, now Im happy Im legit

Either way I make change

Come prepared, well equipped

Ill stick you in your face, pray to god it dont stick

Im just trynna make change, but money aint shit