Interview With A Vampire ft. Tony Bones The Producer Lyrics

Thank you, first of all

For joining me

I suppose my first question would be

How'd you get to be so lucky

How'd you get to be so lucky

How'd you get to be so lucky

How'd you get to be so lucky

I know you're second guessing me

Like has he still got the weaponry

Coz no one gets to keep integrity

Essentially they all lose it eventually

Let me set the scene

I'm perennially spruced up

Evergreen

When I'm dead and these words live instead of me

Never let it be said

It was any less than a shelling spree

Positive energy

Coursing through my veins

Like I'm born again

And found a healthy outlet for the pain

And bruv this rap shit

Is not the same as Rock n Roll

Once you pass twenty-eight

You're just proper old

And I get it bro I know just what it is

It's a culture for the kids

But a culture that I lived

So why should I give it up?

I'd rather do my thing and live it up

And try my hardest not to give a fuck

How'd you get to be so lucky

How'd you get to be so lucky

How'd you get to be so lucky

How'd you get to be so lucky

I ain't having that

This is my habitat

Pure lyricist man, I used to clash for cash

And it weren't about lucky or unlucky

I was born with a tongue

To make a muppet turn duppy

Couple years, took it up a gear

And then some

And became the puppeteer like Henson

Behind some of your favourite lines

Actually surprised

Can't name the act

Coz I'm contractually obliged

I ain't just appear overnight, I had to grind

Overlooked, undermined

Fam I had some madder times

Thank God I had a bag of rhymes

And the stamina to manage

The stack of summits I had to climb

The game changed

I stayed sane and maintained

And never sold my soul to bring my name fame

Coz I don't want the fame

I know it sound funny

Want enough money not to worry about money

How'd you get to be so lucky

How'd you get to be so lucky

How'd you get to be so lucky

How'd you get to be so lucky

Way before I did Lorraine

All my thoughts were in the game

I was born to entertain

Write a chorus on the train

To a beat on the Jubilee

Go perform at little raves might do for free

Selling music hand to hand

Physical copy

Late night studio time

I'd kip in the lobby

Fake leather couch

Fake leather jacket for a pillow

Prolly an industrial estate

Real shit hole

No longer a boy, not a man yet

Kidult

Grind time, self-belief you see the result

But I'm the product of an era when you never did

Other than So Solid nobody was getting it

The rest of us? We were crabs in a bucket

Doomed to the same fate

We have to discuss it

Envious of what he got

He properly too watchy watchy

Too much susususus too much watchy watchy wa

And the talent was horribly under par

A couple bright lights

Probably not a star

Look at if from afar

And you don't see the journey

So outside opinions very rarely concern me

Reserve these for the people that I love

And I'm sorry but that isn't you bruv

Interview done

Oh, uh, okay

Did we get everything we need

How'd you get to be so lucky

How'd you get to be so lucky

How'd you get to be so lucky