Yogi man, I´m sick of this shit bruv, swear down.
Just as things start looking up, it all goes to shit again story of my fucking life.

I don´t wanna live my life this way. No!
Picture me behind a desk, picture that a nine to five I ain´t into that,
I´m into rap and I don´t see me getting an office job with these tat´s.
So what choice do I have man? Do I sign on or do I bag grams?
Long signing for dole, I wanna get signed for my flow and my rhymes.
I´m a pro and I´m nice I know, if I grind then I´ll blow so why am I wasting time on the roads.
Now Mike´s interested I should probably give it a rest before I get arrested,
But then I got arrested whoops.

Why don´t I learn from my mistakes? Why oh why oh why..
All I want´s to change my ways Why oh why oh why
Do I always end up back here, stuck on the wrong side of town.
With my head spinning I keep on falling down.

Never been arrested for so much as an eighth of weed and I get arrested for kidnap, blackmail, false imprisonment and possession with intent to supply.
Typical of my fuckin´ luck really innit, just as I´m about to sign a deal with Mike I might be doing a fucking bird.

I don´t wanna sell weed no more, hated the cycle but I kept peddling.
Nan just found food under my bed again, I´m a let down again,
And she´s screaming "get this shit out of my house" again.
There´s no curving the truth, the bags too big to be for personal use,
there´s no excuses she knows what the truth is.
I do flip Keys of green to get me a few quid.
She´s looking at me so disappointed, all I can say is I wont do it again,
but she knows I will..

Why don´t I learn from my mistakes? Why oh why oh why..
All I want´s to change my ways Why oh why oh why
Do I always end up back here, stuck on the wrong side of town.
With my head spinning I keep on falling down.

Never learn man. There´s no plan B for me, I ain´t got shit to fall back on! I left school in year 8 I don´t have an education, selling weed and writing lyrics is all I know.

I got arrested and raided then I got signed and I bust case so now everything´s fine.
But now everything´s not, not only did I get dropped the whole label did, and I wasted my advance so I ain´t got shit.
I´m stuck at warners and them pricks wont push my album, but it´s cool;
as soon as I´m free I´m gonna do it without them.
Eight months later I´m still stuck in my deal,
in debt with my lawyer time to get back on this ferris wheel.
I´m stuck on this carousel when will this ever end!?
This is hell for me I´m back at the beginning again!
Somebody please get me off this circus ride
The horse that I´m riding is hurting my thighs erm..

Why don´t I learn from my mistakes? Why oh why oh why..
All I want´s to change my ways Why oh why oh why
Do I always end up back here, stuck on the wrong side of town.
With my head spinning I keep on falling down.

And before some funny guy tries to make a joke about me riding a horse, it is a metaphor! What I mean is I am sick of hustling, I am sick of the grind, I am sick of things going to shit, Just when things are looking up! I don´t know if this shit is ever gonna work for me. I swear down blud I am so fed up Yogi, I cannot be dealing with it anymore.