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(Feat Deeko) [Werd] Well I got up out of my bed Whats the point I really just dont know I feel that It has to be said My whole Life just feels like I die slow And I dont need nothing except A white pad beats and a biro But I guess they dont listen to Neds Maybe so but I still try though Names Werd unheard and unsigned Want to be a rapper but I work full time Because that beats crime I get beats and rhyme Look at pop stars and want to beat their behind They get ghost written whats the idea Put it together yourself like Ikea Because we dont want you fake guys here Think that you fly but you crash like Aaliyah We taking off no Im just spraffing Honestly not made much off the rapping Had a few gigs took allot of shite Made a few quid just to pay for the mic So now its like what a waste of time Ever since a kid I was wasting mine Letras de cancionesEver since I was told be anything you want And I believed it whats the point Well I got up out of my bed Whats the point I really just dont know I feel that It has to be said My whole Life just feels like I die slow And I dont need nothing except A white pad beats and a biro But I guess they dont listen to Neds Maybe so but I still try though [Deeko] Spent a long time coming up All the songs that we done The shows we performed but still it feels not enough It seems they always try to call our bluff But it really doesn't matter as long as we get it done Now from day one having ideas of being signed But that was back then I guess that it takes time Depressed state of mind it must be one thing Because whenever Im rapping a verse I feel fine Im known to drift off like a ship in the night And blank like the paper as I sit when I write Im clinching to life as Im gripping this mic Plus the worlds getting darker but I think theres a light So Iv got to follow it Because I know deep down Iv got a gift Iv just got to acknowledge it And while these other rappers bottle it Im giving no short measures about to express all of it [Werd] Well I got up out of my bed Whats the point I really just dont know I feel that It has to be said My whole Life just feels like I die slow And I dont need nothing except A white pad beats and a biro But I guess they dont listen to Neds Maybe so but I still try though [x2] (Thanks to Sons of Scotland for these lyrics) From Letras Mania