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mike quill - preszn lyrics

as a teen
i had dreams of selling out the hammersmith
icu beds seemed to be the catalyst
some mates went to coke
most mates went to cannabis
we all needed therapy
but we just fl!cked the addict switch

pictures of my idol on the wall
can’t forget the man i miss
some days feel like im out standing
in the field

the edge of it
a step away from excellence
foot on the ledge, 3am
dangling on the precipice
angеl crooked halo
eyes been looking devilish
tonguе tom hardy venomous
he ain’t wanna settle it
so call his next of kin
a realest is just a pessimist
my minds been outta sp+ce
sorry i ain’t been checking in

as a kid we were so desperate to grow up
now we grown up
we miss the days of old cos
don’t realise what you got
till its what you let go of

but know you have to let go cos
who wants to be a decade older
and be the same one they were
when they didn’t know none

in a world where everybody must be everything
and if not they label you
a no one
i appreciate the noise but i
know it’s common for ones
to get clapped off
way before there shows done
still miss the days
at the park early morning
bunch of us drinking
one pretending to be more drunk

it was his first time not sober
first time smoking
15
two friends in a field
blasting old songs

when my grandad on dads side died
was the first time i wrote songs
13
recorded my first 16 at 19
blue let me in the booth
i didn’t have a voice
but he said mike just let the words speak

i been suicidal, an addict in denial
a user a supplier
faithful, heart breaker
made em see this cheshire cat grin
while i was sprinting on a tight rope
got into scr+ps down the road
from my home
3 v 1, lucky i only walked away
with my eye swole
used to think this ting i dated
was destined to be the real thing
in reality to her i was just a side note
robert frost cross roads
will i look back in hindsight
and be proud of the path i choose
i know
i’m pr+ne

to lay down on barb wire for ones
who wouldn’t do the same back
i know
you said we on the same train of thought
guess we ain’t on the same track
i don’t do revenge or stay bitter
i find peace that always striving to be better
will do just fine as pay back
times rougher
than rick ross before the maybach
tell my boys in houston we have lift off
the moment i pen my pain and lay that
tell my friends from my city the kid that left
ain’t the same man who came back

wait…one more…

an i know they ain’t know where im taking this
these underestimations of the underdog
i swear its my favourite sh+t
chhh only place i rep
unless im out in
mi state
then you know i got then spartans on my chest

deadshot jim bowen bullseye every time
boy i swear you ones just aim to miss
thinking the thanks for the attempt
is equal to the trophy lift an champagne i guess
this booth my citadel
its in my blood
so i know this sick will sell

i went from throwing my two pence
in wishin wells
to having those i look up to
hit my phone and wish me well
my bae packs my green
like she work for the nfl
used to be close with
some who i miss
now they just reply to
my stories like lol…..

swear the path i’m seeing
we pree’d it
when i get to emotional
i got ones who bring reason
tryna find a balance
between what we got now
to what i believe we reaching
lines shallow
on the surface
but bring a deep meaning

cold summer
met by a packed winter
time for spring cleaning
runnin from my demons
my reminder to keep breathin
pardon my blatant disregard
for your need for ceilings
this the start of it
the origin, the pre season

- mike quill lyrics

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