Y Ya

199_, I was on the phone
To my mum she asked me, "Where you wanna go?
When you're older, what you want? Where you goin'?"
I told her, "Mum, yea I wanna be a cult-leader
I mean not quite, I just wanna have it all
I want when people see my silhouette they cry
'Goth Cowboy', iconic when I die
Recognised for my plight and what I represent."

"If you speak it, it's spoke, bebe
Fuck a, plan B, bitch we roll, bebe
If, you can conceive then it's open
Just keep your eyes open, keep belief and stay focused, for real"
I ain't dreamin', I know it
I know you can't see what I'm seein', I'm knowin'
Allah, protect me til I see what I spoke
I achieved what I'd hoped for
Grammy's, plaques and loads more

All I ever wanted was a chain on my neck
Gain my respect, no need to explain
Woodgrain switch lanes when I ____
I'm from the gutter but you, but you thought I'm buggin'
You buggin'

Check, 55 50 on the highway
My eyes red 'cos I can't fuckin' sleep
Clinical insomnia, it's gift and curse
I fuckin' wrote this verse at like 5am
I was on stage with fuckin' Caroline...
Chek like maybe I ain't used to this?
Like how can I stop now?

I'm obsessed, first date idea let's watch Whiplash
Dead Poets Society next, fuck the small talk
I want my name up in the Stars when I'm dead.
Memento Mori, guess that's why I think about the shit, it plagues me
I ain't goin' for it if it ain't the greatest
Goth Cowgirl, stain for the ages but what I'm talkin' bout?

Chain on my neck
Gain my respect, no need to explain
Woodgrain switch lanes when I ____
I'm from the gutter but you, but you thought I'm buggin'
You buggin'