St. Patrick Lyrics

Looking back I can't believe I missed my Grandma's funeral

Wasn't no excuses but still I gave the usual

Now I'm really missing her, I need restitution but

To say it weren't my own fault's really just delusional

Last night when I was sleeping had a feeling that I'd lose it all

Then I woke up to your smile it was beautiful

You said you don't feel love the feeling's mutual

So now I'm tryna C my X just like the Roman numerals

My bro's in the field like subbuteo

He'll send you up to paradise like Coolio

Heard she got bodies but I'm not too bothered

Cos at least she's still a cutie though

Only tried to help now they're saying that it's my fault

Tried to show my vision but they threw it in my eyeballs

Had my own battles but I kept them inside

It's the first time I'm saying this, no one knew the slightest

There was a time when I was suicidal

Thinking "Should I crash into a tree up on my drive home?"

I even tried but somehow I swerved last second

Think my body must've went into survival

Bro got licked now he's tryna get reprisals

My rhymes got layers like a trifle

First time I bought an ounce had me thinking I'm the guy bro

Bagged it all up, had it in my bedside draw like a bible

My brother got pics he dont edit

Only ever moves big weight like Eddie

Once you start trapping nah you can't go back like Tenet

Gotta stack your cash fuck credit

Cos I knew a guy who took his own life for a debt

If he could look back I'm sure he'd feel regret

Could've asked for help from his friends

I'm sure they had some work they could send

But instead he left his family in a mess

And I heard you're talking shit don't mess

I swear talk's real cheap like 99 pence

And if you touch my people we could never make amends

Have to put it on you like a desk

You better not stare like a step

Or you might have to watch where you step

Cos my bro could light you up just like a cigarette

I know old school shooters just like George Best

And that's just a fact not a threat

Remember when they said I couldn't - mind your language

But now it's looking like I'll blow I see them fanning

My bro said he's gonna spill juice like cranberry

I said he's too over the top like an adlib

So instead he bought a pack and made it backflip

Started off with green, St. Patrick's

He really made his name off of white like a ghost or James St. Patrick

So now he's tryna fly his mum to where they speak a different accent

My bro swings swords like he's golfing

So he could make you swim like a dolphin

But then he got bagged like a goldfish

Need a slice of cake but I'm coming for the whole thing

Soon they'll say I blew like my brothers up in Dalton

Shout out to Bizz that's my OG

Remember late nights up in the booth we didn't go sleep

My old friend thought he'd found a keeper like a goalie

But I know her track record and she's not like a bogey