Martin’s Sofa Lyrics
M11 in a bruck down motor
One way trip straight to Martin’s sofa
I lost everything, felt like I had no one
I was sat stressed out on Martin’s sofa
Done my first show, had to spud the promoter
Head straight back to Martin’s sofa
I pray when the fame and the chartings over
I ain’t gotta end up on Martin’s sofa
M11 in a bruck down motor
One way trip straight to Martin’s sofa
I lost everything, felt like I had no one
I was sat stressed out on Martin’s sofa
Done my first show, had to spud the promoter
Head straight back to Martin’s sofa
I pray when the fame and the chartings over
I ain’t gotta end up on Martin’s sofa
Winter night, it’s the 6th October
If I had one wish for my birthday
It would be some more 10 10 yola
I’m the bando, there’s no California
I’m tryna countthese 20s up sober
The ding dong bait, no insurance
One more sale till the reloads over
I’m tryna make a crack fiend turn chauffeur
My intention’s innocent, this bando’s small but I’m dreaming big
It was attempted M, first time I was faced with the cps
I built my first hood phone loosing, the gang asked me why I’m in OT jugging
‘Cos I’d rather sit down for the food than bootings
Yo, everyday these birds just get more stupid
Bro got a eight for the mash, no sweets, and now he gotta wait till he’s free, gluten
OT boy, but when I come to hood I cause a nuisance
Had the Hammer on me, come like I’m tryna do home improvements
It’s a double life and I’m working two shifts
Monday, I’m tryna be a college boy
Friday I’m on a northwest train from euston
Yeah, I fucked up my attendance
I put a two and blues with magic and made it assemble like the avengers
Pa always said I’m useless
My first day in Scotland I made me two quid
M11 in a bruck down motor
One way trip straight to Martin’s sofa
I lost everything, felt like I had no one
I was sat stressed out on Martin’s sofa
Done my first show, had to spud the promoter
Head straight back to Martin’s sofa
I pray when the fame and the chartings over
I ain’t gotta end up on Martin’s sofa
M11 in a bruck down motor
One way trip straight to Martin’s sofa
I lost everything, felt like I had no one
I was sat stressed out on Martin’s sofa
Done my first show, had to spud the promoter
Head straight back to Martin’s sofa
I pray when the fame and the chartings over
I ain’t gotta end up on Martin’s sofa
My worker try finessing the pack
He said Fiona’s car got smashed
I was down to my last half each, had me with hand thing in the back of the cab
I was taking smoke on the mway, I felt like a spoilt exhaust pipe
I need this food right now and I don’t wanna hear more lies
Told them that I know it’s a loss, it’s kosher
Just round up that last little change you got and meet me on Martin’s sofa
Then I back the revolver
Yo, what haven’t I done while sitting on Martin’s sofa?
I swung the stick round like a golfer
I switched up the pattern and trapped out a motor
Everyday yola, Mag or ammonia
I don’t wanna catch me a thirty
I’m rryna stack me a thirty and buy a Daytona
I need my trap days over, I see myself in the Daily Mail
I’m on my third strike so if I grabbed fam I can’t get bail
I smell like the bando, I can’t get girls
And before know better I would’ve quit rap ‘cos I can’t take Ls
Had to sign on twice a week, I got too much shows now I can’t make sales
Had just the sand left, I felt like Seychelles
I even parked off bells in Martin’s sofa
M11 in a bruck down motor
One way trip straight to Martin’s sofa
I lost everything, felt like I had no one
I was sat stressed out on Martin’s sofa
Done my first show, had to spud the promoter
Head straight back to Martin’s sofa
I pray when the fame and the chartings over
I ain’t gotta end up on Martin’s sofa
M11 in a bruck down motor
One way trip straight to Martin’s sofa
I lost everything, felt like I had no one
I was sat stressed out on Martin’s sofa
Done my first show, had to spud the promoter
Head straight back to Martin’s sofa
I pray when the fame and the chartings over
I ain’t gotta end up on Martin’s sofa