lighter

my thoughts are weaponry, haters venom tastes lemony

there's talk of juicy therapist, changing his identity

exorcists exercise in houses in Budapest

call me a pest asking for directions

looking for the treasure chest

but am in fucking Bucharest

lost some ambition, drunk for success

wishing lonely woman who's lonesome

to never need a loan sum to support her children

my waterworks that pump poems become frozen

my glance are swollen

like when suicide stuck into my conscience

the wrong options had consequences of zero tolerance

my dad was my hero but a changed my concept

I created conflict my teenager life was a convict's

I had a bounty for ma head a thought it was coconut & chocolate

turned out it wasn't & with no hazelnuts what's the topic

its ironic i'm Scottish but so unpatriotic

I'd rather be somewhere exotic

become economic with the mic

remain real to the pain that a feel when I write

like a fight to steal this limelight

when the times right, my timescale will end at a goldmine

the spotlight shines makes my skin pale at showtime

before the dimes I was a Gem because my star sign

sometimes it doesn't twinkle until you look a second time

but its the simple things like looking a second time make you my everything

so thank you for listening, cause this connection can be distancing

to save forgetting I speak about myself in third person

cause my head's getting so big I feel like a Texan

my thought's have made my lyrics become a weapon

half my mates step in on aggression saving me from prison

but a reckon back stabbing is the master of deception

put your lighters up in this session rappers are learning

juicy's perception