Bad Batch Pt. 2 - Lewis Grant, nessly

Always got picked last

It’s time I picked myself

'Cause we got tired of comin' last (ahh)

I be the GPS 'cause we on the map (ahh)

Shawty want take it off 'cause we start takin' off

Put the Lambo on the launching pad (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Pause on applause with the compliments (yeah)

None of that stoppin' my confidence (yeah)

I might celebrate it crashing (woo)

Thank God I got car insurance (yeah)

I get another one, I’m not concerned (ahh)

I just count what I spent on tuition (yeah)

Relegate and roll the carpet burn

I can’t see you from this distance (skrr)

On the tip of my tongue

All the way to my bones

I’m still chasin' the sun

I’m still dreamin' of home

And while my heart is beatin'

Tear it apart while I’m still breathing

Sittin' on the sidelines, to makin' the moves

Still scared of fitting it, walking around all these attitudes

I don’t think you mean it

I can’t find your reason

What do you make of this?

Does it scare you stiff?

This is paradise, I’ve seen it once or twice

But maybe there’s something better for us

'Cause lately it’s been treacherous

I’ve been fine wastin' my life 'cause it’s all I can do

It’s alright if you can’t fight, I’ll always think of you

I’m feelin' alright

Wastin' my time, wastin' my life

Mmh-mmh, I can never be one thing

I’m feelin' alright

Wastin' my time, wastin' my life

Mmh-mmh, I could never be one thing