[Intro – One Breath, Cold] Yeah. I clock everything. I just don’t panic. [Hook – Tighter, Chantable, Skepta Energy] Don’t gas me, I’ve seen this film, Same old script, new actor in, She said she’s done with the fake-pretend, I said “cool” — still questioning. No hype ting, I don’t lean on friends, Too many smiles with a hidden end, If it’s real, it won’t need defence, If it’s fake, it’ll self-offend. [Verse 1 – Punchlines, Observational] I don’t raise my voice, I lower trust, Man talk first when they’re insecure, She clocked the calm, said “why you blunt?” I said “because lies need extra force.” Basement bars, no entourage, Just pen, pad, thoughts, and scars, I don’t sell dreams, I show the cost, Most man flex but can’t hold loss. Man want love but move too loose, Same hand they shake, they’ll use to bruise, I pattern slow, I read the room, If the vibe feels off, I remove. [Pre-Hook – One-Line Drop] No rush, no hype — truth survives time. [Hook – Repeat, More Bounce] Don’t gas me, I’ve seen this film, Same old script, new actor in, She said she’s done with the fake-pretend, I said “cool” — still questioning. No hype ting, I don’t lean on friends, Too many smiles with a hidden end, If it’s real, it won’t need defence, If it’s fake, it’ll self-offend. [Verse 2 – Darker, Sharper Punches] Man still chatting like I took suttin’, I took my time, that’s the difference, You chase moments, I chase systems, That’s why your peak feels inconsistent. She said her ex was loud but hollow, Big outside, empty tomorrow, I don’t promise “forever” slogans, I show consistency — that’s honour. Man online acting ultra-brave, In real life, energy separate, I don’t argue, I elevate, Silence heavy — let it suffocate. [Bridge – Minimal, Statement] Streetlights show who’s really here, Daytime filters disappear, I don’t double back, I steer, Peace feels better than revenge ever did. [Final Hook – Shorter, Colder, Anthem] Don’t gas me, I already know, Patterns repeat, that’s how it goes, No fake love, no overdose, I move clean, I move alone. No need to shout, my name’s been said, Calm demeanour, sharpened head, If it’s real, it won’t bring stress, If it’s not — it disconnects. [Outro – Skepta Style, Matter-of-Fact] Yeah. No emotions. Just observations. London.

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