Kojey Radical - HOLYWATER lyrics

Would you mind, if i took a second a to vent? Would you respect me as I man if I gave you anything less than me. My delusions of grandeur are far bigger than your a**umptions. Far the past the comprehension of narcissism, I really do feel like the faeces you perceive me to be. Lay your thoughts still, i step forth with course direction. This self esteem a worthy weapon to these obstacles i've grown accustomed. What I do not speak into existence will only fall by the waist side. Waste not, want not. Wanting not to be a waste is only crime to the disheartened crowd. Simmer down simmer down quiet dog The strength of your bite is determined the power you put behind it.I would sit and dreams of moments that felt realer than my reality. My condition in the present was merely temporary, i would stare at my reflection and see that of a king. Crown crooked, projecting words to comfortably live. (Your meant for for more man). What more can i give? I knew my worth, i knew my words could move mountains with the strength of a thousand and ten. A king. These towers keep us blocked, Seeing someone make it out, is rarer then a total eclipse. No salvation in television we found grace in what they couldn't prevent. The net. SB.TV breaded local celebs. Could you blame me, can you blame me if i wished to be like them? I mean honestly, subtract the hypocrisy Although I couldn't relate to what they present.. Could you blame me, can you blame me if i wished to be like them? My existence was more of the awkward teen, teamed with influences of bloc party and Jamie T My peers followed the path of the social networking. I needed to earn respect first, I studied the arts and art of networking in order to double my net worth. Have you ever been in a situation that made you feel like your moment was close? I saw my popularity increase once I increased the worth of my clothes. Listening to famous poets and the stories they told. Studied the books of Zephaniah Like the books Zephaniah. First page of my last judgement. Chapter Two. Hope the lord forgives the fact I'm too proud to repent I became preoccupied with what I have to say in order to make an impact. Really hope you listen. Back in the mirror, re a**essing my vision. Truth be told... I almost died on a collision. 19.4.12. The line up, Kings. Pepstar Simz, Miller take In'Sight to then stature the of the acts they've placed me within calibre. The night thus, Lauren. George, Suli, mic righteous. In comparison I lack lust. Got rejected from world star Made it on to link up. Still elated I felt like I could eat anything I could imagine. Collision, practiced to avoid the damage. Really hope they listen. Back in the mirror, re a**essing my vision. (where have you gone man?) Black sheep in a lost jumper. Show time, bu*terflies rumbled To a thunder. Set prepared Im ready. it's now or nothing Lights are bright. In the crowd saw Remel London Drew a blank Remembered something. I made it on to link up, i made it on to link up. Fist thumping on my chest the beats stop. Black sheep in a lost jumper. Show time, bu*terflies rumbled To a thunder. Set prepared Im ready. it's now or nothing Lights are bright. In the crowd saw Remel London. I fumbled. Crap I think fumbled, clench my fest and Mumbled. Crap I think I fumbled. I needed to earn respect first, I studied the arts and art of networking in order to double my net worth. I boozed. I schmoozed I made it to remel london I made it on to link up I made to remel london Broke the ice with conversation Asked her how the show went ...she looked puzzled, then remembered. I felt like I could eat anything I imagine... The musics loud, She lent in... She told me to try rapping. f**. No salvation .... found grace in what I couldn't prevent. The net. I made it... Did i really? I wanted to be a king. Nearly. Holy Water, sip sip Tongue loaded with Truths in a full clip I wrote gun fight with a bottle Heard Paris is booked for glastonbury Popped a bottle in celebration Then downed it to drown my sorrows. Im next, man i have to be. Well actually.... My reflection looks foreign Where have you gone man? Searching your soul for answers but its useless And you remember how they would They would sing x2 So you search for answers in music And you're first note Comes in the form of Cee Major A lot of man doing the devils work While they cry out for god Oh my how we're lost Oh my how I'm gone. My delusions of grandeur are far bigger than your a**umptions. Far the past the comprehension of narcissism, i really do feel that I'm the faeces you perceive me to be Self doubt crucifies me constantly But like jesus I have risen from the tomb. Equivocally easter. 31.3.13 The tears of a quitter Graced the reflection if a winner After a conversation with la belle The bell rung, it's feeding time at the tower and I'm hungry. Haven't eaten in last 19 summers but - The childish live forever -