Where do i start?
Love me or hate me, i got emotions and emotions hard
Ain't **** changed since pub therapy, but the balance i got on my card
See i still walk round with these scars and i still down both my shots to the bar
Okay we get it, i charted, i'm an artist, can't think bout charts
I got pressure on me, i'm a diamond, they want me to break like glass
I'm doing something i love, but it can't be love if i can't be asked
Used to dream bout this in class, but the dreams i had keep fading fast
The dreams i live keep fading quick
Playing ridden and leeds, my dad’s got a tear in his eye, it’s weird
I feel like we knew that i’d end up here from the bench to the mvp of the year
But i still feel empty, i still can’t think straight, can’t see clear
More time on autopilot, both hands on the wheel and steer
Disorientated, i'm touring, songwriter and me hit five countries this week
Having the time of my life, got motion sick
Out the window, i can’t even see my text, my goal, but we hardly speak
I put it all on the line, it’s peak
I put it all on the line and i'm on the top rope, life wwe
I'm in class, all hell pass free with a tin of gv filters and a tenner
With frank and harvest, mad they soundtrack half of my adolescence
Back of the class, earphones and lessons
Mom told me if i want it, get it, won't nobody fight for me like myself
My nan came up for that vote, ain't nobody fend for her but herself
So i gotta go get it myself, ain't no one to blame out here but myself
I gotta start loving myself, addicted to this nostalgia
I know you feel it as well, i'm addicted to this nostalgia