Out of Sight Wiley

[Verse 1]
I'm out of sight
But I'm still on the mind
I'm a vet, not a rookie
But I'm still on the grind
I ain't living for the money, though
I'm living for time
I'm a real grime don and
Rudeboy, you ain't living your rhymes
I wish I produced my hits but
I did 'em with rhymes
And I've said I wanna quit
About a million times
Cause the immigration treat me
Like I've done a million crimes, lyrics
I've written more than a million lines
I'm being too real, don't like paying my fines
Superstitious, don't like seeing the signs
When you find a flow, you're only playing with mine
I find myself replaying the vibe
When it all boils down to it, I've got a style and a sound with it
Hitting up your cities and your towns with it
Some thought grime went away
But it done a full circle, I came back round with it

[Verse 2]
I'm on a good wave
But I still have a bad day
I've got plans for the future
A target date, I've gotta do it by that day
I know I'm gonna be big business
Put into play all the tricks I've learnt
Better win some and lose some
But I'll get back up if I ever get burnt
It's like I visualise things
Remove myself from what is gonna happen, minimize things
I can't play a part in the hype and the madness
I'm onto civilized things
We're all guilty of it
So let's get better, less criticising
I'm your brother and you're my brother
And that's on a realise ting
Blacken out, blacken out
Go where I wanna, I come back about
Yeah, I like travelling, seeing new places
Tek two planes, see the sun back about
Course I know, it's a family ting
Sisters, brother, mum back about
No matter if I say I've had enough, I ain't doing nuttin' else
So you won't see your son backing out