WORDSMATTIC - Just Me lyrics
It was just me My paper my pen and my Rucksack Just me My paper my pen and my Rucksack It was just me My paper my pen and my Rucksack Just, Just , Just , Just It was just me My paper my pen and my Rucksack Just me My paper my pen and my Rucksack It was just me My paper my pen and my Rucksack Just, Just , Just , Just Im not a window shopper I was on the inside looking out My mum was too scared to let me play downstairs So I had to find a whole new route (No doubt) When I was 10 I got my first parker pen I wrote down all the pain thats within Because being locked down all summer holidays I didnt get to see the things that I want to see NO, hell no I cant stay in And hit the streets Im over anticipating To be a part of the noise that their making But first thing though I need a gang Because I heard you cant survive being one man Its just me no paper my pen and my rucksack I had to fight the guys who tried to jack that. My paper my pen and my Rucksack Just me My paper my pen and my Rucksack It was just me My paper my pen and my Rucksack Just, Just , Just , Just It was just me My paper my pen and my Rucksack Just me My paper my pen and my Rucksack It was just me My paper my pen and my Rucksack Just, Just , Just , Just Just, Just , Just , Just And yes i love hip hop I remember the times i heard Pete Rock But on my estate they done things a little different They rapped over garage beats just to make them listen And all the girls used to like it So i would write more and more just to hype it But when it came to touch the mic on a Friday I would make an excuse just to get away They loved Wiley i loved Nas And nobody in my own ends knew i wrote bars Then opportunities would come that i never took Im just a guy who wrote his life in a note book Its just me And yo I had rhymes but didnt spit them Because where I came from I thought that my flows forbidden Id give anything now just to make them listen Staring in the mirror, didnt trust my own disposition. My paper my pen and my Rucksack Just me My paper my pen and my Rucksack It was just me My paper my pen and my Rucksack Just, Just , Just , Just It was just me My paper my pen and my Rucksack Just me My paper my pen and my Rucksack It was just me My paper my pen and my Rucksack Just, Just , Just , Just And this could be you I take a look at the watch, and time flew I played the Pied Piper with no flute Im just a mc who always stayed mute Its only me that can hold me back I stored my mind with some rhymes and ditched the rucksack A new style new demeanour Theyre getting keener Now all they want is me on the feature (Cha) And stage shows watch me bun it down Im just a kid who had a dream from a bummy town When i said i used to rap They used to laugh out loud (lol) Now my music hits the youths to the older crowds So i see things more clear Lets bum rush the industry and have a good year I stepped out feet first without no fear Feeling like a champion so make a toast yeah (yeah). My paper my pen and my Rucksack Just me My paper my pen and my Rucksack It was just me My paper my pen and my Rucksack Just, Just , Just , Just It was just me My paper my pen and my Rucksack Just me My paper my pen and my Rucksack It was just me My paper my pen and my Rucksack Just, Just , Just , Just