[Intro: ArrDee, Lola Young]
Who woulda thought?
Why do I feel like I've been here before? I started from nothing
Nothing but a dream, the vision I saw, I've vividly drawn, precision
The life that I'm living is written
Some of the papers are crippled and torn
But who woulda thought? Said, who woulda—
Said, who woulda thought?
Maybe my dreams ain't quite what they bought
Who woulda thought?
I guess I'm chasing gold coming from stone
[Verse 1: ArrDee]
I knew that I'd have what it takes (What it takes)
My foot on the gas, ain't pressin' no brakes
I can take you back to regular days, still fresh in my brain (My brain)
Still feels like yesterday
This time last year, just turned eighteen
No cakе, all cream
A broke arse kid from Brighton with a big drеam
And I still believed
I was writin' bars, workin' in a warehouse
It was only music I cared 'bout
Cut off my girl, my friends, my family, I got my head down
The bars came to my head while I was in bed and I ain't goin' bed now
Born for this, normal kid, if I can do this, you can do it all, trust me
We're all clueless but we ain't lucky
Been through shit, kept it movin'
Now we're too lit, can't nobody touch me, reborn, ha
I find that shit funny, man, who would have thought?
I mean, of course, but who would have thought? Who woulda—
Who woulda thought?
Why do I feel like I've been here before? I started from nothing
Nothing but a dream, the vision I saw, I've vividly drawn, precision
The life that I'm living is written
Some of the papers are crippled and torn
But who woulda thought? Said, who woulda—
Said, who woulda thought?
Maybe my dreams ain't quite what they bought
Who woulda thought?
I guess I'm chasing gold coming from stone
[Verse 1: ArrDee]
I knew that I'd have what it takes (What it takes)
My foot on the gas, ain't pressin' no brakes
I can take you back to regular days, still fresh in my brain (My brain)
Still feels like yesterday
This time last year, just turned eighteen
No cakе, all cream
A broke arse kid from Brighton with a big drеam
And I still believed
I was writin' bars, workin' in a warehouse
It was only music I cared 'bout
Cut off my girl, my friends, my family, I got my head down
The bars came to my head while I was in bed and I ain't goin' bed now
Born for this, normal kid, if I can do this, you can do it all, trust me
We're all clueless but we ain't lucky
Been through shit, kept it movin'
Now we're too lit, can't nobody touch me, reborn, ha
I find that shit funny, man, who would have thought?
I mean, of course, but who would have thought? Who woulda—
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