forgiveness lyrics – wretch 32

“forgiveness”
(feat. etta bond)

[verse 1:]
feel like i’m slackin’ with my children
focusing on rap tryna back and shake the building
in a race with my own race, just to raise the roof
and i ain’t talking ’bout the ceiling
here’s something to believe in:
no sleep, cause you’re livin’ what you’re dreamin’
and it’s the lesson in itself
i’ve my son to call me dad when i miss the parents evenings
amazed i’m still breathin’;
every other shot i feel my insides bleedin’.
grandad, turnin’ in his grave,
cah i promised that i’ll be there for my gran when she’s grievin’
i used to be a man of my word;
now, time seems to have got the best of my sentence
in that case i’ll have to adjourn,
cause the thought of an excuse is just as bad as the intention

[hook:]
excuse me, my friend
i think i might’ve hit my head
excuse me, my friend
i don’t remember who i am
cause i’m holdin’ on tryna be somebody
but it won’t be long before i need somebody
forgiveness, asking for forgiveness (hey, hey, hey, hey) [x4]

[verse 2:]
went to church to pray for a top ten
then i went number 5, i ain’t been back again
but when my jewellery friend phones
like they got new rings i’ll most likely attend
hoppin’ out a new benz, start the car from outside
when is this gonna end?
my mum’s still livin’ in the endz,
spent jibs on tha wrist before i put her with celebs
i’m still livin’ like a wretch
all i hear is f*ck, f*ck
all the girls have got tourettes
and no i don’t wanna bet
even the odd bird wanna take me to the nest
i swear i only came for the music, but the more i touch notes,
it’s like the more i get stupid
it’s a gift and a curse, but before i play myself,
i’m a say this for the [?]

[hook:]
excuse me, my friend
i think i might’ve hit my head
excuse me, my friend
i don’t remember who i am
cause i’m holdin’ on tryna be somebody
but it won’t be long before i need somebody
forgiveness, asking for forgiveness (hey, hey, hey, hey) [x4]

[outro:]
my shows home, go go this is my entrance
i raise the bar, pole volt it’s rapathletics
a famous star on his own counting blessings
a loner no-one phones, i get the message

/ wretch 32 lyrics