Caught In The Draft

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Look
It's TNC
Back in business
Coming from
GL, CF, B5, W times two
But right now
We're live from London
Big ups to Sam for the beat
My end of the string is always soaked in kerosene
While your end floats freely mines just pissing in the wind
Light nights give freedom, makes everybody dream
Sweet treats and misleading you ain't got a clue what I mean
Cos the way that I'm speaking leaves you're mind running back
To a better time maybe one where the hate didn't last
See the reassurance come through like a wave of claps
Then dip when it's needed like you've just been given the sack
Dizzy with the feeling of the cornering task
Leaves a boy like me failing to live up to the ask
Of Q's chucked my way, stops me right in my tracks
I'll leave my A's on a post it, by your scraps that I've taxed
Dodging blindfolded thoughts that trickle through clouds
And land heavy in my lap from the skies no doubt
Ignore the constant calls from the ignorant crowds
I only focus on my sounds, I never listen to doubts
Charge you for the service of taking the piss out of time
That's prime time, not your time, but my time's a crime
That you've clearly mistaken for a crumb of your pie
Slice it up real nice, I bet our paths realign
In the future I'm talking when you've met your decline
Or maybe when I realise that my rhymes alright
Change your tone when your chatting to a guy like mine
I beg you redesign the way that you see my mind
Sticky with guilt of leaving friends behind
But in a time where time dips faster than a chime online
My focus ain't on life it's on the plan in my eyes
Gimme two minutes on a beat, I'll make you see your demise
I'm caught in the draft of another Summer passed by
Let these thoughts marinate well in my head overnight
I said I'm caught in the draft of another Summer passed by
Let these thoughts marinate well in my head overnight
Rough drafts and heavy hoodies, trapped words I probably should eat
Glamour in the kitchen, faint words they keep on missing
False paths and fruity fiction, loose ties and day long missions
Hours in the morning spent pitching to the riches
Loose chains and baggy tees, house plants and dodgy green
Gentrification leaving kids weak on their knees
Drama that we should leave, one takes that make you listen
Leave spares to the greedy they'll take any shit we give em

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