Strategist Lyrics

Yeah

Don't mean to be frugal

Head down in my pot of noodles

My pen game doing doodles

Man this London life it is brutal

Got my dargs, the ones that be truthful

Youthful tings all looking in my pupil

Usual madness

Stress bringing in pain and sadness

Sleepless nights watching the atlas

I see and dream and conquer

These people think I'm bonkers

Tied up, better call it Yonkers

This shit just makes me stronger

Even Steven's looking like a dodecahedron

Chat bare wack that I really don't believe in

Bad energy, not that season

I'm breathing, heh

Breathing with means to believe in

Believing in the dream that I'm seeking

The ink flows, the pen is bleeding

The game knows the king is grieving

And man I never had to give them a reason

And man I never had to give them a- ugh

And man I never had to give them a reason

Sometimes I tell myself that I never could have managed this

Then I'm like fix up man, you're a strategist

Too sober for this shit, take a puff of the cannabis

Like a shark to a tank, that's capitalist