"Thanks For Waiting" lyrics
I know you're desperate to be different, but you're not, because we all are
Maybe I'm just tryna drown my sorrows at a pool bar
So attached to music, I've forgotten what the rules are
I don't see a difference from a Tuesday and my birthday
I've messed up, I taste Dissy when I taste cola
I live fast but never sober for the takeover
I'll stop drinking when I touch about thirty
Spend the money that I save on a Cosmograph Daytona
Throwing coins in Trevi Fountain as I wish to make it
Watch been crystal plated, money that I instigated
Red wine to scratch an itch, this habit ain't sophisticated
In my palm, I've got the planning, and a dream to think I'll change shit
Need that ASAP but I could do that pace at
It's possible but soon is today
But I'm busy writing blues till I'm blue in the face
But then again, I've got addictions that I'm due to erase, but I'll tell you later
Let the tape I made just breathe for a day, I got released in my brain
A couple pages that I'll keep for the grave
Or just a private conversation whilst I'm speaking to Dane
But this is album number six, I never cease to amaze
Another classic, I'm opinionated, but that's what I think
Another day to celebrate with a drink, or five, or six
That accumulate till my ship inevitably sinks
But then again, I think it's fucked what I think
This the pessimism pandemic, baby, I smell war
My accountant tells me, "Save", and I'm asking her, "What for?"
We got thirty years to live, I don't know if we've got more
I'm not saying we should riot, but if you do, I'm bonjour
Optimism is a drug that I take when I'm on tour
And another way to get it is gamble the shop floor
But all my happiness arose whenever it's shop-bought
That's why family's important, they love me for what's raw
My drink of choice is Argentinian
I'm hitting up three London clubs now, I feel like Willian
My girl wears Brazilian flares, Brazil is hidden in 'em
They're European, just eat my dinner in 'em
Don't know if it's lyricism or Songer's just different-different
Evenings at erra-erra, my mornings are sit, listen and think
Had a couple tough years with my feet kissing the brink
I drank myself better with my cheeks kissing the sink
Split personality problems, I'll write a duet
'Cause I don't even know what my opinion is on shit
I think I wake up every morning a strange way, I'm living roulette
When they mixed my mind, I think they missed a little bit
But I don't think a rapper can relate to my ability
'Cause they don't know how to talk and they don't have relatability
But if I'm relatable, we're all fucked, I see it differently
I'm just tryna disappear forever out in Italy
These rappers Page Three, don't show chest no more
My chest of drawers is blessed with my best resting force
Dreams intense, I slept indoors and dreamt in tents
On festival floors, by main stage, did get checked of course
'Cause when you live it, you don't see the need to fantasise
I slap her arse in Harrods like it's Asda price
I say, "No", it's time for me to act alive
But if I lose my marbles, never act surprised
Eight years in, yeah, overnight success
Upstairs with wife, overnight love-fest
Ten hims, nine hims, only got one S
Young GOAT, OG, unseen, Loch Ness
Nicotine interest, limousine, undress
New wave, same shit, touch mine, run sess
Soft like bunting, snow and sunsets
Run heads, buy drugs, fuck feds
Red pill, blue pill, painkiller, rough sex
My life in a hotel sunbed
Underdog, both home and away
They're not in my league, they're fake, I'm upset
Don't test my art, mate
I could write bars to a resting heart-rate
I could write books or start up a podcast
Maybe they'll call that, "The Rest is Heartbreak"
Still starving, yeah, I'm Marvin Gaye if he met Hank Marvin
DJ pulling up 007, my DJ's coming like Aston Martin's
Eight years, I'm still just starting
Proud of myself, I stayed clean-hearted
There's a long road left to the top, I can tell you the train's departed
Man, I've been sick since yay high
Takeover's pending still, I'm AI
I'm the guy that you met through grapevine
Great Vine made my pay rise eight times
I got twenty-five creps in same size
Stepping on train lines, under the seat on plane rides
Under the stage lights, after a show doing A-road lay-bys
All of my lines get stuck in your head, I'm, I'm, I'm backwards Botox
I can never get packed in no box
Meanwhile, people are lapped by robots
I'm unseen by choice, if I'm on tour, it's actual roadblocks
Last year, main stage, Reading, pat on my back, I am my own boss
S-O-N-G-E, that's who, not you, that's me, make dreams come true
BL@CKBOX boy, come box my tune
Any beat, I'm here, that's me, I'm glue
Nineties boy, I'm D&B tune
Heartbreak tune, I'm rhythm and blues
I'm offline, writing an album somewhere
Changing my life with an eight times two
I got a leng one, I wanna get at it
Eyes rolled back, said I taste like magic
Give me that tune, I'll bad it up
New one, add 'em up, came organic
I was on Twitter like, "Fuck this planet"
When I'm on a riddim, you don't play whodunit
It's a new tune, run it
Grabbing a bath with the man that spun it
Unlimited budget, I'm onto the next one
Gold watches, don't flex one
Look at my wrist and I point up, thank you Lord, man, I'm blessed one
Look at the website, just say yes when I'm way too sexy
Comfort zone but I beg man test me, reason my pen stay empty
It's me against me but I'm pissed 'cause I can't outpen me
I spent a bag on a bag 'cause I know what's in it, it's my notebook
Worth more than a crib, that's why it's called notebook
Same price as an old book
No time for a hater, I'm tryna make bread
Fuck your meeting, I'm tryna go bed
Fuck your motive, I'm tryna get head
You don't sell food, Rashford, you're fed
I think we live in a cold war, people just tell me to post more
I think the planet is cooked so why am I living my life on a phone for?
I got enough of my own thoughts, liver been drowning my own thoughts
People mistake it for having a passion, a passion for what, the indoors?
I'm outdoors with the outlaws, I clean plaques for the house chores
Been in a penthouse, the way that my pen sounds
Been breaking the ground floors
They're fibbing about jewels, know I'm about sauce
They're all linked with sound force
I make it look easy, that's why I sell out tours
Trying to level up slowly, I heard at the top gets lonely
And I'ma be there but taking the stairs is better than let 'em control me
I started at seventeen, nearly twenty-six, so I feel like an OG
But I'm one of the better rappers
So whatever happens, you would already know me
I'm seeing the world on its backside
Back and I'm better, it's that time
I've had enough of it, I'ma wrap it up a bit, bill it and wrap mine
My bro making bread off a trap line, been making bread off of punchlines
He's belling me up for a breakdown, I'm belling him up in the sunshine
In badly need of the summer, I'm pale and needing the colour
I promise I'm dropping a classic, ain't dropping a three-for-a-oner
And I'm saying fuck it, she's giving me head
And just look how I give you nostalgia
He's already getting a twenty
They give him a twenty crate over the counter
That's on me, I'm Henry, the comeback is complete
I'm good luck, I'm top three, in blackjack, I've got queens, it's on me
I'm tryna be less of a pessimist
Know that the summer's out on the horizon, if I were to get me a therapist
Ain't gonna stop in the trench if I'm dying
I think that we're governed by terrorists
On their day off, they go off to the island, a billionaire getting benefits
I've had enough, I'm saying we riot
I'm asking you, "Where has the love gone?"
And maybe it's when the World Cup's on
Summer has never been missed more, I miss the day when the sun shone
I'm sorry but where is the uproar? We need to be hitting the streets
They're making you blame a religion, it isn't, it's 'cause of the fucking elites
Three bottles of vino, my mornings hate me
Fuck them, man, I hate them too
I never felt pain like truth, so when I bar, I get deja vu
I lost my mind for an eight times two
And I found my mind in a date night view
This life with lemons will eat me alive but it's nice when they taste like you
Sour taste in my mouth at breakfast and I ain't even ate my food
You know them ones where you're feeling a way
So it's bread and tomato soup, stick on the telly and any old shite will do
I need summer where night is blue, I need something that remind me of you
I need rest, some time for a zoot
The world keeps spinning
My mind goes spinning when I um and ah to a tune
Ballroom dancing and singing and laughing until it hit half-past two
But if you go home and I go home, and it was after a rendezvous
Then it's back to the bottle, my life gonna topple unless I do life with you
Three bottles of vino, my mornings hate me
So fuck them, man, I hate them too
I never felt pain like truth, so when I bar, I get deja vu
I lost my mind for an eight times two
And I found my mind in a date night view
This life with lemons will eat me alive but it's nice when they taste like you
Anything I write start feeling like love songs
But maybe that's just my mood
Maybe my lyrics sound quite unstable
But maybe that's half my youth
I grind my teeth till I crack my tooth
I was in school with too much shit in my head
To remember to pack my boots
Belling my mum, "Stick them in the boot"
She'd answer the call, drop them at the school, footy would ease my mood
Sports can save your life, you'll go for a run and clean up your room
Even to now, that shit's still true, I start feeling like dreams came true
I've changed my dream 'cause it feels outdated
Now I wanna dream with you
Three bottles of vino, my mornings hate me
So fuck them, man, I hate them too
I never felt pain like truth, so when I bar, I get deja vu
I lost my mind for an eight times two
And I found my mind in a date night view
This life with lemons will eat me alive but it's nice when they taste like you
Maybe I'm just tryna drown my sorrows at a pool bar
So attached to music, I've forgotten what the rules are
I don't see a difference from a Tuesday and my birthday
I've messed up, I taste Dissy when I taste cola
I live fast but never sober for the takeover
I'll stop drinking when I touch about thirty
Spend the money that I save on a Cosmograph Daytona
Throwing coins in Trevi Fountain as I wish to make it
Watch been crystal plated, money that I instigated
Red wine to scratch an itch, this habit ain't sophisticated
In my palm, I've got the planning, and a dream to think I'll change shit
Need that ASAP but I could do that pace at
It's possible but soon is today
But I'm busy writing blues till I'm blue in the face
But then again, I've got addictions that I'm due to erase, but I'll tell you later
Let the tape I made just breathe for a day, I got released in my brain
A couple pages that I'll keep for the grave
Or just a private conversation whilst I'm speaking to Dane
But this is album number six, I never cease to amaze
Another classic, I'm opinionated, but that's what I think
Another day to celebrate with a drink, or five, or six
That accumulate till my ship inevitably sinks
But then again, I think it's fucked what I think
This the pessimism pandemic, baby, I smell war
My accountant tells me, "Save", and I'm asking her, "What for?"
We got thirty years to live, I don't know if we've got more
I'm not saying we should riot, but if you do, I'm bonjour
Optimism is a drug that I take when I'm on tour
And another way to get it is gamble the shop floor
But all my happiness arose whenever it's shop-bought
That's why family's important, they love me for what's raw
My drink of choice is Argentinian
I'm hitting up three London clubs now, I feel like Willian
My girl wears Brazilian flares, Brazil is hidden in 'em
They're European, just eat my dinner in 'em
Don't know if it's lyricism or Songer's just different-different
Evenings at erra-erra, my mornings are sit, listen and think
Had a couple tough years with my feet kissing the brink
I drank myself better with my cheeks kissing the sink
Split personality problems, I'll write a duet
'Cause I don't even know what my opinion is on shit
I think I wake up every morning a strange way, I'm living roulette
When they mixed my mind, I think they missed a little bit
But I don't think a rapper can relate to my ability
'Cause they don't know how to talk and they don't have relatability
But if I'm relatable, we're all fucked, I see it differently
I'm just tryna disappear forever out in Italy
These rappers Page Three, don't show chest no more
My chest of drawers is blessed with my best resting force
Dreams intense, I slept indoors and dreamt in tents
On festival floors, by main stage, did get checked of course
'Cause when you live it, you don't see the need to fantasise
I slap her arse in Harrods like it's Asda price
I say, "No", it's time for me to act alive
But if I lose my marbles, never act surprised
Eight years in, yeah, overnight success
Upstairs with wife, overnight love-fest
Ten hims, nine hims, only got one S
Young GOAT, OG, unseen, Loch Ness
Nicotine interest, limousine, undress
New wave, same shit, touch mine, run sess
Soft like bunting, snow and sunsets
Run heads, buy drugs, fuck feds
Red pill, blue pill, painkiller, rough sex
My life in a hotel sunbed
Underdog, both home and away
They're not in my league, they're fake, I'm upset
Don't test my art, mate
I could write bars to a resting heart-rate
I could write books or start up a podcast
Maybe they'll call that, "The Rest is Heartbreak"
Still starving, yeah, I'm Marvin Gaye if he met Hank Marvin
DJ pulling up 007, my DJ's coming like Aston Martin's
Eight years, I'm still just starting
Proud of myself, I stayed clean-hearted
There's a long road left to the top, I can tell you the train's departed
Man, I've been sick since yay high
Takeover's pending still, I'm AI
I'm the guy that you met through grapevine
Great Vine made my pay rise eight times
I got twenty-five creps in same size
Stepping on train lines, under the seat on plane rides
Under the stage lights, after a show doing A-road lay-bys
All of my lines get stuck in your head, I'm, I'm, I'm backwards Botox
I can never get packed in no box
Meanwhile, people are lapped by robots
I'm unseen by choice, if I'm on tour, it's actual roadblocks
Last year, main stage, Reading, pat on my back, I am my own boss
S-O-N-G-E, that's who, not you, that's me, make dreams come true
BL@CKBOX boy, come box my tune
Any beat, I'm here, that's me, I'm glue
Nineties boy, I'm D&B tune
Heartbreak tune, I'm rhythm and blues
I'm offline, writing an album somewhere
Changing my life with an eight times two
I got a leng one, I wanna get at it
Eyes rolled back, said I taste like magic
Give me that tune, I'll bad it up
New one, add 'em up, came organic
I was on Twitter like, "Fuck this planet"
When I'm on a riddim, you don't play whodunit
It's a new tune, run it
Grabbing a bath with the man that spun it
Unlimited budget, I'm onto the next one
Gold watches, don't flex one
Look at my wrist and I point up, thank you Lord, man, I'm blessed one
Look at the website, just say yes when I'm way too sexy
Comfort zone but I beg man test me, reason my pen stay empty
It's me against me but I'm pissed 'cause I can't outpen me
I spent a bag on a bag 'cause I know what's in it, it's my notebook
Worth more than a crib, that's why it's called notebook
Same price as an old book
No time for a hater, I'm tryna make bread
Fuck your meeting, I'm tryna go bed
Fuck your motive, I'm tryna get head
You don't sell food, Rashford, you're fed
I think we live in a cold war, people just tell me to post more
I think the planet is cooked so why am I living my life on a phone for?
I got enough of my own thoughts, liver been drowning my own thoughts
People mistake it for having a passion, a passion for what, the indoors?
I'm outdoors with the outlaws, I clean plaques for the house chores
Been in a penthouse, the way that my pen sounds
Been breaking the ground floors
They're fibbing about jewels, know I'm about sauce
They're all linked with sound force
I make it look easy, that's why I sell out tours
Trying to level up slowly, I heard at the top gets lonely
And I'ma be there but taking the stairs is better than let 'em control me
I started at seventeen, nearly twenty-six, so I feel like an OG
But I'm one of the better rappers
So whatever happens, you would already know me
I'm seeing the world on its backside
Back and I'm better, it's that time
I've had enough of it, I'ma wrap it up a bit, bill it and wrap mine
My bro making bread off a trap line, been making bread off of punchlines
He's belling me up for a breakdown, I'm belling him up in the sunshine
In badly need of the summer, I'm pale and needing the colour
I promise I'm dropping a classic, ain't dropping a three-for-a-oner
And I'm saying fuck it, she's giving me head
And just look how I give you nostalgia
He's already getting a twenty
They give him a twenty crate over the counter
That's on me, I'm Henry, the comeback is complete
I'm good luck, I'm top three, in blackjack, I've got queens, it's on me
I'm tryna be less of a pessimist
Know that the summer's out on the horizon, if I were to get me a therapist
Ain't gonna stop in the trench if I'm dying
I think that we're governed by terrorists
On their day off, they go off to the island, a billionaire getting benefits
I've had enough, I'm saying we riot
I'm asking you, "Where has the love gone?"
And maybe it's when the World Cup's on
Summer has never been missed more, I miss the day when the sun shone
I'm sorry but where is the uproar? We need to be hitting the streets
They're making you blame a religion, it isn't, it's 'cause of the fucking elites
Three bottles of vino, my mornings hate me
Fuck them, man, I hate them too
I never felt pain like truth, so when I bar, I get deja vu
I lost my mind for an eight times two
And I found my mind in a date night view
This life with lemons will eat me alive but it's nice when they taste like you
Sour taste in my mouth at breakfast and I ain't even ate my food
You know them ones where you're feeling a way
So it's bread and tomato soup, stick on the telly and any old shite will do
I need summer where night is blue, I need something that remind me of you
I need rest, some time for a zoot
The world keeps spinning
My mind goes spinning when I um and ah to a tune
Ballroom dancing and singing and laughing until it hit half-past two
But if you go home and I go home, and it was after a rendezvous
Then it's back to the bottle, my life gonna topple unless I do life with you
Three bottles of vino, my mornings hate me
So fuck them, man, I hate them too
I never felt pain like truth, so when I bar, I get deja vu
I lost my mind for an eight times two
And I found my mind in a date night view
This life with lemons will eat me alive but it's nice when they taste like you
Anything I write start feeling like love songs
But maybe that's just my mood
Maybe my lyrics sound quite unstable
But maybe that's half my youth
I grind my teeth till I crack my tooth
I was in school with too much shit in my head
To remember to pack my boots
Belling my mum, "Stick them in the boot"
She'd answer the call, drop them at the school, footy would ease my mood
Sports can save your life, you'll go for a run and clean up your room
Even to now, that shit's still true, I start feeling like dreams came true
I've changed my dream 'cause it feels outdated
Now I wanna dream with you
Three bottles of vino, my mornings hate me
So fuck them, man, I hate them too
I never felt pain like truth, so when I bar, I get deja vu
I lost my mind for an eight times two
And I found my mind in a date night view
This life with lemons will eat me alive but it's nice when they taste like you
