//Verse 1 - Jay-Lee
Sittin' on the sofa writin' poems, 2 years ago but you wouldn't even know it,
It's 2016 and I don't know what a flow is, you should note this, wouldn't
even notice that I do these,
raps, to make myself feel better and even then it doesn't make me any less
wetter. The pressure, to be the best ever, makes me sweat a - rap I never
wanted -
better - scrap that and take it back to the rest of the crap that
I make at a finger snap or a back pat, cos I only do this for myself,
and I am bad, and I get that, you don't need to say that, every damn chance,
to put me down make sad and, like sand I'm, hardening up to shatter glass
and, like a brass band, or a pressed pan, I'm steel ironing up to be at the top,
bam - like a trash - can laughter bring me up, or will it throw me down towards
the ground like a dead Jay ~bird fallen from it's nest- I'll be at my best,
like a bulletproof vest, I can take hit or two before I rest,
Even when I'm at my lowest I'll top Everest, I'm even ghosted
so bad that I need exorcist, need some exercise to emphasise that I exist,
I'm flexing on an Siri, in like ice is on my wrist
//Hook - Alicia Lemke
I've drowned in high from the ashes
Now I can't recall your laughter
The smoke of everything go grasp
At ends of what's left over
And the lights in every broken
Blown-out window screaming, laughing
I hope to feel it coursing out
This is our revival
// Bridge - Jay-Lee
How was I to know, where I was to go
When everyone is like wait "Jay - no"
Everything I know, thrown out of the window,
Then the person below's looking up like "woah"
I don't really care, cos I am nearly there,
saying what I'm thinking you're like "Ooh how dare"
Than I turn and stare, at the people who I scare
scream "I will never fail" then I'm jumping down to hell!
// Verse 2 - Jay-Lee
People, call me clever, I just smart them, off the tether,
Stab them in the back and then I run away and cower, enter,
my insecurities on the stage, take it away, like a librarian does an overdue
page, I should have turned, a long time ago, way before I ever dipped
head in Tylenol., turn around and scrawl, some words onto a scroll,
then I'm on a roll, like student honour roll, I'm the top of them all, like the roof
of a mall, I look down into a hole, like a giant bowl, like a fish out of depth
in it's own home.
When I was 12 years old, my life was cold, rap gave me a chance to unfold,
and so I controlled, my fears and rage and then I told, the world my story -
if you have a chance to hear, here it ~goes~
// Hook - Alicia Lemke
I've drowned in high from the ashes
Now I can't recall your laughter
The smoke of everything go grasp
At ends of what's left over
And the lights in every broken
Blown-out window screaming, laughing
I hope to feel it coursing out
This is our revival