Interview With A Vampire

Thank you, first of all For joining me I suppose my first question would be How'd you get to be so lucky How'd you get to be so lucky How'd you get to be so lucky How'd you get to be so lucky Yeah I know you're second guessing me Like has he still got the weaponry Coz no one gets to keep integrity Essentially they all lose it eventually Let me set the scene I'm perennially spruced up, evergreen When I'm dead and these words live instead of me Never let it be said It was any less than a shelling spree Positive energy Coursing through my veins Like I'm born again And found a healthy outlet for the pain And bruv this rap shit Is not the same as Rock n Roll Once you pass twenty-eight You're just proper old And I get it bro I know just what it is It's a culture for the kids but a culture that I lived So why should I give it up I'd rather do my thing and live it up And try my hardest not to give a fuck How'd you get to be so lucky How'd you get to be so lucky How'd you get to be so lucky How'd you get to be so lucky I ain't having that This is my habitat Pure lyricist man, I used to clash for cash And it weren't about lucky or unlucky I was born with a tongue To make a muppet turn duppy Couple years, took it up a gear And then some And became the puppeteer like Henson Behind some of your favourite lines Actually surprised Can't name the act coz I'm contractually obliged I ain't just appear overnight I had to grind Overlooked, undermined Fam I had some madder times Thank God I had a bag of rhymes And the stamina to manage The stack of summits I had to climb The game changed I stayed sane and maintained And never sold my soul To bring my name fame Coz I don't want the fame I know it sound funny Want enough money not to worry about money How'd you get to be so lucky How'd you get to be so lucky How'd you get to be so lucky How'd you get to be so lucky Okay Mate Way before I did Lorraine All my thoughts were in the game I was born to entertain Write a chorus on the train to a beat on the Jubilee Go perform at little raves might do for free Selling music hand to hand, physical copy Late night studio time, I'd kip in the lobby Fake leather couch, fake leather jacket for a pillow Prolly an industrial estate, real shithole No longer a boy, not a man yet, Kidult Grind time, self-belief you see the result But I'm the product of an era when you never did Other than So Solid nobody was getting it The rest of us? We were crabs in a bucket Doomed to the same fate, we have to discuss it Envious of what he got he properly too watchy watchy Too much susususus too much watchy watchy wah And the talent was horribly under par A couple bright lights Probably not a star Look at if from afar and you don't see the journey So outside opinions very rarely concern me Reserve these for the people that I love And I'm sorry but that isn't you bruv Interview done Yeah thanks for having me Cheers Oh, uh, okay Did we get everything we need How'd you get to be so lucky How'd you get to be so lucky How'd you get to be so lucky