Текст песни Hang Tight - Too Many T's

I'm just tryna make things sweet, tryna get on with my life
I'm tryna get on with my something,
But its hard, when something just ain't right
So I just hang tight

I'm just tryna make things sweet, tryna get on with my life
I shouldn't really care what they
Think, but my finger's on the edge of a knife
On the edge of a knife
I'm just tryna make things sweet, tryna get on with my life
I'm tryna get on with my something,
But its hard, when something just ain't right
So I just hang tight

So I just hang tight
Cos it just ain't right
So I just hang tight

LEON RHYMES
Ahhh my mind palace it feels shallow at times Alice
Unbalanced I'm fire fighting off five dragons
Feelin tired at times running so I'm shattered
Time's cracking its whip and I wanna nightcap
But I ain't like that,
Like life ain't like that panicking on the Titanic
These life challenges understandable I panic
Living in a planet of mannequin minds I'm trapped
I'm sitting up on a mountain
Looking down and I'm thinking about the crowds running their mouth
Running about all on a power trip
I ain't signing up for this so don't put me down for it
I don't wanna see ya banana skins
Make a mark, take a start, reap what you sow
I know its hard when ya living in a lot of smoke and mirrors and
Broke promises, old knowledge and cold rivers,
Running a marathon feeling like an old snickers
Sick to the soul with it but did you consider
Let em go and get em them glittery gold diggers
Don't get it twisted like slippery old vicars
Or go n get a couple of guns like some cold killers yo
If you're alive go nose dive with it on
Ya own supply over night over fill the cup
Go running round the block
Go n jump up off the top
Go n do it till ya ready but ya know it never stops yo

STANDALOFT
Oh oh oh
Little bones feeling shakey
Know I wanna ace it, invested in the Asics
Couldn't run a mile though, stumbled on the pavement
Tryna do something of substance, but ain't shit
HA
I pin myself on the waterboard
Self torturous it's difficult its self taught
Where's that chicken, I'm 'a egg him in his hind quarts
Sir I'm livid cos this living should be gorgeous
Adulterous, gung-ho and tragic
Are three words you never say when cooking up a classic
Had it with the wooden flow, syllables in baskets
I never knew that I could weave my own up outta plastic

Yo we're all star dust, but still trust
Most bits of info that we pick up on the vine
Yeah the grape taste great when it's made up into wine
But you'll find it's a raisin when you leave it on the side
Jekyll Hyde, that's my life, man I love it when I'm high
Hate it when we're down, stale like a pukka pie
It's intelligent design, full of petty little minds
With jealously and decadence and violence all the time
But there's beauty in the sun, plus that love in your soul
You can take that bitter doubt and throw it out in the cold
Man I feel it in my bones, marrow butter is mould
It tastes sour and I'm scared that I cant let it go!