"Golden House" lyrics

Last year was good
The year before was good
But things got deep
I'm feeling better
Things got better
It's all sweet

Labels got budget there but things are tight it can't be freed

Alright then
Alright
So to speak

Labels got budget there nuff budget there but not for me

What do you mean?
In my eyes
What do you see?
Probably nothing
Must be lean
Where I'm from
You don't do that
Where I'm from
They know me
They know Harv if
They know beats
Boundary Road
That's my street
I grew up there
Know that's me

I'm on smoke and don't smoke weed

Long nights
Stuck outside
Rather be
Stuck inside
Golden House
Sunday night
Know that I seen off
Duck and rice
Real people
Tough to find
Most people
Duck and hide
Most people
Close the blinds
It's easier to pay no mind
I can't let off

I don't wanna talk about it just pen off
That's how I deal with things n get off
That's how I feel about things I been on

I was up early
Milks and Kellogg
I was in Manchester with family
I was in Leeds when I slapped his head off
Give me a thing to benefit off

Calm

Gimme a thing to feel zen off
I got so much music there that
I could have a greatest hits or best of
I don't wanna make or break year then what
I don't wanna find I've more things to spend on
Should slow down or then what
Just keep going until head's gone
That's not really it
You're signed to a major
Do some modelling
But you're really shit
Don't matter the time of day you drop
Does it really tick

Ten thousand people bought my tickets

Cause I really spit
With budget
I'd be really big
But they ain't got that
So for now
It's Golden House
Golden hour in the Malvern hills
And yeah but I do miss south