Balance from II by Flame Griller
Tracklist
| 8. | Balance | 3:10 |
Lyrics
(ExP)
I was...thinking of quitting but decided just to chill a bit/
Married, pushing 30, got a house but I am still a kid/
Prefer to stay up late and wake up late, smoke a spliff and drink/
The grown up knows I shouldn't and should use some chuffin' discipline/
Not much point to life if you're not livin’ it/
But not much point burning for half as long, cos your light was twice as brilliant/
Too old to be doin' well for my age/
Too young to be giving up anything at this stage/
I just get rid of it/
Inconveniences and time wasters that thrive making my life basically 5 eighths of it nice/
The rest is admin…
patience in line…
waiting for my opportunity to break out and find the sun rays and the shine/
Sittin' in nice environments/
Sipping a pint of Heineken/
Isn't this nice, I'm finding life isn't a grind I'm smiling and/
I've risen from schneidy mindlessness/
Hatin' what I don't like/
Enjoy what I do/
Ignore the rest, if you don't mind/
Forget your head, clear your diary of negativity/
Others seem to travel faster, that’s the theory of relativity/
All this pessimism seems like you’re trailing and beat/
But you’ve gotta fail to succeed or you’ll fail to succeed//
(Addverse)
Now trust me I can tell what you're thinking cos I've been thinking it/
Yeah, rap sank but I swam from that sinking ship/
And brought a little bit back from the boat/
To plant the seed in the hope that it grows/
And takes hold, so the scene can evolve/
And in itself reap the benefit/
Rappers sacrificing themselves in attempt to sell a hit/
But still I keep it relevant if anything, and/
I never sell out cos that's never been a part of my plan/
I remember why I started as an artist in my heart it is cathartic/
Doesn't matter what position I am charted/
If the mainstream's pop, then the stream remains retarded/
In a stagnant cess pool of name-any-artist/
So I lose faith, switch off, two faced hip-hop has left me with a sour taste/
Listen and allow my grapes to grace the taste buds of anybody listening/
I'm tryna find a balance to stop me from falling in again//
(JND)
ExP was thinking of quitting, I was thinkin’ of quitting too/
Forget rap, and watch the telly in the sitting room/
But sometimes, all you need is a break/
Appreciate what you’re missing, no more beats on the brain/
No more crate diggin’, leave the domain/
You want the reasons explained, it’s never easy, life can creep in the way/
Before you know it, many seasons have changed/
Now you’re feeble and grey, 50 years for a measly wage/
Just enough to cover feed and ya stay/
But you’ll never own the house that you sleep in and/
Really if you feel what I say, peace to you, you know what’s eating my brain/
Not the booze, speed, weed or cocaine/
It’s my moods, needs, greed and the pain/
That you feel tryna keep it contained/
Fill the pages, all my demons within reach of my scheme to retain/
Some sanity, releasing my strain, cos it’s a balance that can easily sway //
You what...?
Credits
(B. Goodwin, D. Edley, L. Bland, P. Winkler, S. Goodwin, N. Jones, V. Flint)
Produced by Peet
Additional strings by Sarah Goodwin & Nell Jones
Additional trumpet by Vicky Flint
Additional dolphin by ExP
Written by ExP, Addverse & JND








