Last Night In Soho (Bonus Track)

I finished the project but I wasn't even finished yet I got booked for a festival in Budapest Me and Billie Eilish on the same bill My lifestyle changed but know that I'm insane still Flight to LA we're doing 8 or 9 shows Partying with Vogue, my song playing in Charli D'Amelio's videos At the crib I confide in the bros Never kick em to the door, n you know how it goes I'm the young J Cleezy Everyone who loves me on the sly kinda need me Told my friends that I'm the one and my n believed me Rubbing on the brass is not the way to find a genie I wasn't getting paid in the start my girl buss me in the interim Friends probably thinking whys she into him I made us a fire but that woman made the kindling It takes a certain heart to be with someone And not care what people think of him Nothing ain't changed Outrageous as I used to be Fashion parties jewellery This shit is nothing new to me I'm seeing super models eyes staying stuck glued to me It's like you boys are scared of bread Am I the only one who isn't gluten free A month in LA London calling like the clash My bro living up in Manny said I'm drive too fast Three litre Beemer me and Chris will firm it if we crash Waitress looking at me sus I paid three bill in cash They put me on a podium I'm from the city where the lights are sodium My music videos belong in Odeon My life is pandemonium The way I spit fire it's like my drink is pure petroleum My father was a Rolling Stone but lately he's been calmer and older I was running up that hill to find a burning bush While pushing Sisyphus' boulder My broski was a dealer having food fights in chicken cottage Now theres a chip on his shoulder Nobody clipping my wings Never had numerous tings She pissed that Xadi isn't everything that it says on the tin Tryna make me spill the beans approaching she's spilling her drink Told her I'm sorry rather keep the cannellini within Fully independent since we started this No label here no marketing I'm glad I never signed in 2020 without bargaining 2019 this was a dream I didn't even have the heart to sing Was busy doing dafter things Like why the fuck was I up in a trap house Late at night we're driving and we only took the back route Linking up in Hounslow east we gotta get some cash out Meanwhile making music brothers praying I'm a cash cow I'm cashing out more than a n been cashing in Addicted to finer things Jil Sanders gym, saunas, and diamond rings I turned into the king of silent wins I don't need a girl who needs my iPhone pin Like I don't like my limbs I gave an arm and a leg for this A singer making rappers quite I'm paying the severance It's better you don't question my intelligence What's a fucking rockstar without a bit of petulance