CHORUS x4 Whenever I say that I can’t I won’t I shan’t I don’t I mustn’t I (do)/ Whenever life’s getting me down and I feel like I don’t know what to (do)// Waddya (do) is a question most commonly used/ What they mean is, “how d’ya pay for your food?”/ Well I (do), a bit of this and I (do) a bit of that/ But no I don’t make any money from rap/ But I (do) try my best to invest my time/ So there’s less spent working and more working on rhyme/ (Do) not believe in proper jobs and rent/ My commodity is hours I decide how their spent/ But I (do) understand it’s not as easy as that/ And believe me I graft, run an LTD and that/ Need cash, there’s bills still to pay/ Bin rapping about money from then till today/ But (do) you care, nobody does/ Got their own problems to deal with, and opening up/ With my emotional stuff/ I hope is enough/ To get me through what I (do) when life’s hopeless and tough// CHORUS x2 Whenever I say that I can’t I won’t I shan’t I don’t I mustn’t I (do) Whenever life’s getting me down and I feel like I don’t know what to (do) …Need to get better at making drums/ It’s cheating to use a good break but fun/ Ella Fitzgerald remains the one/ I bin sampling her since the day I begun/ And I (do) stick to what I know/ Fruit Loops, Cool Edit Pro/ Just got Cubase on the go/ Same Brauner type mic since 08/ Used it to record everything to date/ Same studio – renovated it gradually/ Now I can stand sitting in it in January/ Monday nights I’m usually sat till 3/ Writing bars or trying my hand at beats/ Can’t explain why I (do) what I (do)/ I just know I (do) what I (do) in order to get through/ If I say that I can’t I won’t give it a go/ If that’s how I live my life then I guess I’ll never know…so// CHORUS x2 Whenever I say that I can’t I won’t I shan’t I don’t I mustn’t I (do)/ Whenever life’s getting me down and I feel like I don’t know what to (do)// I could stop making music for sure/ Doesn’t seem likely I’ll ever sell out a tour/ I could (do) nothing and just let my life pass/ Get depressed ‘bout it and feel like crap/ Or I could (do) a load of drugs, try and shorten the odds/ Of making 40 without being a corpse on a block/ (Do) not know where I could score any rock/ To be fair I could have it and not be sure what I’ve got/ (Do) you know I’m white middle class and privileged/ Tiny violins if I say life is still a bitch/ People struggle more than me day to day/ Tracks about getting old are my favourite made/ And I (do) gravitate to the relatable/ Cos it’s safe and it’s warm and escapable/ And I’m capable, of being able to evade the bull/ When I create in my safe bubble – buhbyeee//