Wretch 32 - Forgiveness lyrics

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Wretch 32 - Forgiveness lyrics

Wretch Feel like I'm slackin' with my children Focusing on rap tryna back and shake the building In a race with my own race, just to raise the roof And I ain't talking 'bout the ceiling Here's something to believe in: No sleep, cause you're livin' what you're dreamin' And it's the lesson in itself I've my son to call me dad when I miss the parents evenings Amazed I'm still breathin'; Every other shot I feel my insides bleedin'. Grandad, turnin' in his grave, Cah I promised that I'll be there for my gran when she's grievin' I used to be a man of my word; Now, time seems to have got the best of my sentence In that case I'll have to adjourn, Cause the thought of an excuse is just as bad as the intention Etta Excuse me, my friend I think I might've hit my head Excuse me, my friend I don't remember who I am Cause I'm holdin' on tryna be somebody But it won't be long before I need somebody Forgiveness, asking for forgiveness (hey, hey, hey, hey) (x4) Wretch Went to church to pray for a top ten Then I went number 5, I ain't been back again But when my j**ellery friend phones Like they got new rings I'll most likely attend Hoppin' out a new benz, start the car from outside When is this gonna end? My mum's still livin' in the endz, Spent jibs on tha wrist before I put her with celebs I'm still livin' like a wretch All I hear is f**, f** All the girls have got tourettes And no I don't wanna bet Even the odd bird wanna take me to the nest I swear I only came for the music, but the more I touch notes, It's like the more I get stupid It's a gift and a curse, but before I play myself, I'm a say this for the (?) Etta Excuse me, my friend I think I might've hit my head Excuse me, my friend I don't remember who I am Cause I'm holdin' on tryna be somebody But it won't be long before I need somebody Forgiveness, asking for forgiveness (hey, hey, hey, hey) (x4) Wretch My shows home, go go this is my entrance I raise the bar, pole volt it's rapathletics A famous star on his own counting blessings A loner no-one phones, I get the message