Текст песни Plxcement - 80

Product of Placement
Back then didn't think I could make it
Staring at a blank wall full of faces
Saw a route didn't think I could chase it
Growing up surrounded by Masons
Tryna find my way out couldn't Waze it
Play my cards but they stole all my Aces
Took a shot didn't know how to lace it

Had to put in major works on the main road
9 to 5 Cah I needed the Pesos
Yeah I did a little F on the lay low
But was barely making bread it was play dough
Took it all put it back into music
Mama saying just stop Cah it stupid
And I couldn't make it click like a Rubix
But I'd rather be dead if I ain't do this
Thinking to back then it was crazy
I was really Tryna fight these demons on a daily
Impostor everyone around Tryna change me
Had me in a corner Cah this face was looking baby
And I had a couple fakes and it fazed me
Had me dancing with the devil Like Swayze
I ain't the same Cah this shit had to change me
Now it's all about my paper moving call it A3

Product of placement
Back then didn't think I could make it
Staring at a blank wall full of faces
Saw a route didn't think I could chase it
Product of placement
Back then didn't think I could make it
Staring at a blank wall full of faces
Saw a route didn't think I could chase it

Couldn't tell you how I'm feeling
But just chasing a goal can be so misleading
And everyone's gang till it doesn't go to plan
After that you can hear all them Dons there creasing
Thinking back notepad and a pen I was writing till I felt my fingers bleeding
And I tried to play by the rules but everyone around me just kept cheating wheel it
Insomnia so I was always day dreaming
Used to bunk French Cah my teacher stayed scheming
Used to get stressed over parents evening
Whilst navigating with sharks through the deep end
This life I'm leading just meant the wolves needed constant feeding
Had weak days so I cut off the week end this path is the only thing that's appealing

Product of placement
Back then didn't think I could make it
Staring at a blank wall full of faces
Saw a route didn't think I could chase it
Product of placement
Back then didn't think I could make it
Staring at a blank wall full of faces
Saw a route didn't think I could chase it

Writing Tryna connect but this shit feels wireless
Aim for the stage guess it's all just timing
Plain on my wrist guess I need some icing
Sweet tooth so this cake's so enticing
Light at the end but it still feels blinding
Eye for an Eye so this path keeps winding
Every avenue so I've racked up mileage
Running Cah it's all just grinding
Light up wheeze they can feel this synus
Cold stares all I've ever known is minus
Subtracting fakes Cah they try divide us
It's just Maths and Science all this pressure and it keeps on piling
It's just noise and silence all this pressure and the road keeps winding

Product of placement
Back then didn't think I could make it
Staring at a blank wall full of faces
Saw a route didn't think I could chase it
Growing up surrounded by Masons
Tryna find my way out couldn't Waze it
Play my cards but they stole all my Aces
Took a shot didn't know how to lace it