Tuesday, 23rd of January, 2018
I'm here with David
This is our first session
We're just gonna talk about your
background
Where you're from,
any issues you've been dealing with
So, where should we start?
Look
Stop all the pain
How do you stop all the pain, huh?
I used to hear a voice when
I was praying
But nowadays,
I don't even wanna be saved
Nah, fuck that, I don't wanna be saved
I was born to be wild and
I don't wanna be tamed
Talent's in my blood and
I don't wanna be vain
But if I'm a psycho,
then I don't wanna be sane
I used to dream of this shit when I
was hopping on train
So, so bad, I used to want all the fame
Couldn't stop asking me, "What
do you feel?"
There's so many old scars
that they wanna reveal
We got off on the wrong foot 'cause
I don't want him to heal, nah
But if you're looking for a psycho,
you got one
I thought I had a screw loose
but I lost one
99 problems, money, it is not one
My currency's Kenyan, that's
in it for the long run, huh
Tears on a pillow
Bro, I shed so many tears on a pillow
I used to tell my teachers
that nobody gets it
I don't know Clarke but I know
that I'm a Kidult
'Cause my mummy ain't been home,
miss thinks I'm involved
Blame my environment,
it made me a sicko
Fur thermore,
I should bring that bitch down to Streatham
And then make her spend a
day in a veil like a widow
Kiddo, we seen swords longer than a limo My
bros are blacksmiths like
Jaden and Willow
Man, there's weapons over here,
we're reppin' over here
We're from the Southside
but it's Streatham over here
No telling if you're selling,
hold the wettin' here
Get him over here,
who the fuck is checkin' over here?
Most my niggas are the ones
applying pressure over here
Fuck assault, I can get a nigga
So, who am I?
Someone tryna live his best life
I just wanna take a pretty
woman for a test drive
If I bring her to my room and I press,
I
Guarantee she gonna see the
force like a ex- wife
People tell me I'm a little bit barmy
For my army, I need a bottle of Bacardi
If it's me and a pouch with my
dargy
Shawty, you're see ing
two stars in the party
Fuck what you heard I'm a pop
boy and I ain't
giving man a turn
I don't wanna know and pretty
woman wanna flirt
Learned you can judge a nigga by the
wo men that he curves
I love this game, I ain't lost focus
I'm a hitmaker, if you ever no ticed
I could be the rapper with the
message like you're hoping
But what's the point in me being
the best if no one knows it?
Brother I'm a careful, humble,
reckless, arrogant, extravagant
Nigga probably bat tlin'
with manic depression
Man, I think I'm going mad again
It's like I'm happy for a
second then I'm sad again
And to my fans,
the reason I could get to this
You're my drug,
the instrumental my therapist
Man, I need some therapy
My girl saying that she'll never leave
I'm scared she gonna find a better me
Deeper insecurities, like
What if I don't leave a legacy?
Money, why they check for me?
Mummy lost respect for me
I wish that we could be together
but that ain't how life works
I used to cry about my dad until
my fucking eyes burnt
Nose running, you don't know nothing
Before I put a penny on the table,
I provided for my family
Held my mother's hand through the agony,
hey
You ever fall 'sleep 'cause
you don't wanna be awake?
In a way,
you're tired of the reality you face?
If you're thinking 'bout doing it
Suicide doesn't stop the pain,
you're only moving it
Lives that you're ruining
Thoughts of a world without you in it, hiding
Dave 
