DRILLIE EILISH 2 Lyrics

KS

When was the last time I jogged by the river

Hidden emotions made my heart bitter

And how many times have fans asked for bangers I delivered

The list never ending like Christmas

The ends taught me why I should keep my distance

Spuds filled with tension, it's like they're only happy with conditions

Cause they wanna be a part of this

But how can they be a part of this

I set fire to the booth, I'm an arsonist

It's all about me like a narcissist

I'm loved round the gunners, like Arsène is

I've come too far to quit

Come back around, they say karmas quick

They stab me in the back and cut in Grealish

I'm immune to backstabbing, I don't feel it

And the maddest thing is I still keep your secrets

They love dead rappers, they're grieving

I'm timeless and they're seasoned

Bench warmers pop off in pre-season

But Champions League, we don't see them

I'm still brother keeping

And Jesus seeking, repenting daily

Cause heroes need saving and healing

I know about spiritual warfare, battling demons

Demons, they rap capping

If I was you, I wouldn't believe them

I'm too real to pretend, Vidić defend

Circle the ends, Jessica Ennis, I'll hop the fence

Usain Bolt, you know I got legs

I'm tryna see a hundred M's

M's

I'm still the KS, but I went and got hench

Hurting my back, I take a lot off my chest

Everyone's tough till I ask what they bench

They ain't ready for that one yet

They ain't ready for that one yet

I ain't tryna go broke again

And I ain't tryna lose hope again

You know what

What

I gave handouts but they cut me off

I'm an amputee

T

I ain't mad at you, no, I'm mad at me

Tryna work on my core, but I can't do it

With two packs on me and all eyes on me

Or, masked out here like it's Halloween

All for flips without a trampoline

I feel like Grealish, I bagged all three

Walking on bridges, pour gasoline, let it burn

Usher, don't wanna burn in the fire

And get left back like Patrice

Went away for a bit, but I'm back

I can't stutter, missed the lines like I can't read

In Man's City, there's bare jealousy

Man aren't United, there's rivalries

Hit the belly like a fat kid

Grealish, I got free, they thought it was a hat trick

Hat trick

It's by God's grace we don't do magic

All the F I done, surprised they didn't put me on the blacklist

Identities before Catfish

I'm afraid of being stagnant, so I'm always match fit

I can't be Diaby or Wilshere

Break bread with my brother like a will-share

Invest in art like I bought some of Will's shares

I've got goats as peers and they say that I'm cold and clear

Ice Cube, I've been fighting Debos for years

I thank God for grace to wipe away my tears

And fight away all my fears, I'm different

These creps are runaways, they're missing

Still in good condition

The best I've been in, actually, my price is going up, they're bidding

I jogged by the river the other Saturday and I found what I've been missing

I went again the following Saturday, I found my rhythm

My God risen,

Cards for cash, like a ref, they think I do match fix

That's my flow but he can have it

He raps alright, you just gas him

In a little dessert shop in Balham

A little expensive but the interior's patterned

These man rap to buy ice scream Kaspers

Leaving their supporters abandoned

But these actors belong in a cast

They need teaching, belong in a class

But it's calm,

So what Kumar

Only real music's gonna last

I've got 18 on my back and I feel like Scholes

All I hear is KS, you're cold

How come you ain't

But I hear that the most