Patience ft. Type1. Lyrics

Yeah nah I just need that one more time

One more time, turn me up as well

Like the headphone volume

Yeah that's good

Uh

Right now manna graft on the daily

Cuz it's all I know

All I can do for a little self respect

Can't lose at no fault of my own, it's tiring

Days getting muddy like my iris I swear that I'm trying

To digest but my eyes dem

Bigger than my belly and then dims the brightness, uh

I don't really wanna moan still

But it don't seem right that I

Have to find ways to make mountains out of molehills

I tell myself patience just hold still

Every ting will be irie

But it's an uphill battle a slippery slope, all types of icy

And the journey to the top ain't easy

So many roads and paths misleading

Couple man mash work the iron and tools

My pattern always been more anaemic, truss

Bag a man wan snatch your soul

But I'm prepped with the spiritual cleaning

And if you don't know get to know

Technique where it's at gotta work on the breathing

Breathe out, breathe in

But don't hold your breath from day I been on it

You man should focus your evenings

Stay off the net digital man are leaches

Like, really on a g ting

The yutes chat too much wass and rah

They yutes wan see a sentence completed

I just wanna see us thriving not depleting

That's why manna graft on the daily

Cuz it's all I know

All I can do for a little self respect

Can't lose at no fault of my own, it's tiring

Days getting muddy like my iris I swear that I'm trying

To digest but my eyes dem

Bigger than my belly and then dims the brightness, uh

I don't really wanna moan still

But it don't seem right that I

Have to find ways to make mountains out of molehills

I tell myself patience just hold still

Every ting will be irie

But it's an uphill battle a slippery slope, all types of icy yeah

Hold still manna cold still

Need Ps Need Gs need A whole mill

Got 4, 5 Gs And they're all real

I wrapped 4,5 beats on a roll still, hold still

Ain't one for the drama, ain't got time for palava

Old ting give stress so long sayonara

I'm Loyle to the game like Carner

Should've seen the way that I came through

I Done it like Kobbie Mainoo

Yeah the blood sweat and tears I put in years

Cedar grind i put in no Beirut

I Took the backroads, not the bait route

Here to stay like the paths that I paved through

Same dreams we're the same yutes

So never let the game abstain you

Adversities with open arms

Man they done it like Bellingham

Type1. Yeah the odds are against me

Ivan Toney the way that I'm betting them

I'm in my element new school veteran

It's tiring but I grind for my betterment

I won't stop 'til it's evident

London jungle roll with the elephants

With a profound elegance

And you know that we graft on the daily

Cuz it's all we know

All we can do for a little self respect

Can't lose at no fault of our own, it's tiring

Days getting muddy like my iris I swear that I'm trying

To digest but my eyes dem

Bigger than my belly and then dims the brightness, uh

I don't really wanna moan still

But it don't seem right that I

Have to find ways to make mountains out of molehills

I tell myself patience just hold still

Every ting will be irie

But it's an uphill battle a slippery slope, all types of icy-cy-cy

All types of Icy-cy-cy

All types of, all types, yeah

Suttin like that, is that-