Catch 22 - Tinchy Stryder

I’m in my zone;

I’m really in the zone

This place is full of plastic fakes, I call them silicone

Cone, yeah, and I think I miss my home

I think they kind of miss me too but the love is rarely shown

No, cause I ain’t talking 'bout my family

Talking 'bout some real friends that used to stand beside me

They think I’m a millionaire, they whisper words behind me

Loyal ones are still here, so I respect them highly

They know I’m in the game, I know I topped the charts

I need them all to feel my pain' this is the part I can’t explain

Industry, twisted, it’s a complicated business

Tryna bring in friends is easier said than done, believe this

It’s either this or that, the top is a lonely place

The hood, the roads ain’t safe

The writing’s there in white and black

And this is what I dreamt about, but in the dream I weren’t alone

The stars or home, it’s a catch 22

I call it Catch 22, two

This is Catch 22