Labrinth - Forgiveness lyrics

[Prelude: Labrinth] Holdin' on tryna be somebody But it won't be long before you need somebody Holdin' on tryna be somebody But it won't be long before you need somebody Excuse me my friend, forgot that you were standing there Excuse me my friend, I don't remember who I am All I know is I was reaching for the stars Let go everyone I had it from the start, start, woah, woah Forgiveness, asking for forgiveness, hey, hey, hey Forgiveness, asking for forgiveness, hey, hey, hey [Verse 1: Wretch 32] 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 How my son can 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 Cause 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: Etta Bond] 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: Wretch 32] Went to church to pray for a top ten Then I went number 5, I ain't been back again But when my j**ellery 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 ends Spent jibs on tha wrist before I put her with celebs I'm still livin' like a wretch All I hear is f**, f** 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 blame myself I'm a say it's what the tune did [Hook] [Outro: Wretch 32] My show's home, go go this is my entrance I raise the bar, pole vault, it's rap athletics A famous star, on his own, counting blessings A loner: no one phones, I get the message