[Verse 1: Dave]
This is God's plan, He said it to me
An angel either side of my bed in a dream
Singin', "You don't know what you're yet to achieve
And you're destined for some shit you would never believe"
Now the garden same size as Adam and Eve's
I got trees, a forest, you better believe
For the bass and the treble, I treble the fee
I can't wish my ex the best, she would end up with me
How can I sleep when there's money to get with the team?
You disrespect the 16, your head on a beam
For the lust of the money, the head of the Queen
I done shit I didn't think I could ever redeem
I'm from South where they struggle with sayin' your name
But it's easy when pronouncin' you dead on the scene
So when you see me on these stages steppin' in clean
I hope
[Chorus: James Blake]
You know it's history in the makin'
Shall we make it? Oh God
[Verse 2: Dave & James Blake]
Yeah
And when they talk on my name in this country, they gon' tell you that I'm already a legend (In the makin')
Streatham that I'm reppin', clean steppin', bro, you need to forget it
Fuck eco-friendly, my car eco-aggressive (Yeah)
And my ego aggressive (Yeah), you better leave me a message
Yeah, you done it for a year, but that ain't impressive
I give a fuck about success if it ain't successive, that ain't (History)
City's gonna listen on repeat (Yeah)
Gone a couple summers, so they miss me on the beat (Woo)
It don't matter if she pretty and petite
If she ain't B, she can't even kiss me on the cheek (Yeah)
Mum said, "Never build a house on sand"
But I don't think I listen cah the villas by the beach
And I did it off of beats (Yeah), I just whip it and I screech (Yeah)
Any time you see my niggas in the streets
[Chorus: James Blake]
You know it's history in the makin' (Makin')
Shall we make it? Oh God
[Bridge: James Blake]
Ah
Did I, did I get addicted to the life?
Well, it's all that I wanted
And it was fun for a while
But history smiles on us
Now we're on to somethin'
On to somethin' higher (Higher)
Now hold my hand close
I'm inspired
And I'm holdin' on to a version of our lives
Where you're still mine
[Chorus: James Blake]
You know it's history in the makin' (Makin')
Shall we make it? Oh God
You know it's history in the makin' (Ooh)
Shall we make it? Oh God
[Verse 3: Dave]
I got lots of stress, got lots of pressure on me
I got bills on me, I got mummy's mortgage on me
I got nieces, but I grind like I got daughters on me
007, but we bondin' off the trauma on me
I got my shorty on me, I got people lyin' on me
People relyin' on me, can't carry the weight on my shoulders, my people cryin' on me
I need people prayin' for me, got people preyin' on me
Baby, you can probably freeze to death just off of layin' on me
I got all this jewellery on me, got all this paper on me
Knock, I used to think it was neighbours, I got the bailiffs on me
I had Doogs' pain on me
I don't fuck with musicians cah they all change on me
I let 'em touch me, I feel like I got a stain on me
I got a burnin' desire to make change in me
And of course it was history, I got James with me
The team with me, bro, I got the 16 with me
He's been with me so you know that I can never turn my back on Stormz
Can never run from a war with Ghetts or a battle with Giggs
Can never cancel a session on Jim
Can never hate on the next generation of these talented kids
Can never turn down a dinner with Kane
Can never act like this country didn't build me and it's still in my veins
Can't speak sideways on grime, jungle or garage when I know it's the reason we managed to make—
If you're listenin' to this, it means you probably copped the vinyl
And I love you like my own
How can I repay you for the loyalty that you've shown?
Gotta get acquainted cah I know we've both grown
Tell me, what's the difference in a chair and a throne?
Is it gold? The responsibility you hold?
It took him six months 'cause he was searchin' for a hit
It took me four years 'cause I was searchin' for my soul
How am I meant to know what kinda artist I'ma be?
Or what direction I'ma take or what I'm postin' on the 'Gram?
If I don't even know what I stand for as a man
I told 'em it was history, they didn't understand
175 months since my gran died, hands tied
It's really been a decade I ain't prayed
This album all about the power of my name
This album all about the blessings that I claim and the history we made
[Outro: James Blake]
In the making
Shall we make it? Oh God
