WesLi D - Patience (feat. Type1.) Lyrics

Yeah nah I just need that one more time
One more time, turn me up as well
Like the headphone volume
Yeah that's good
Uh

Right now manna graft on the daily
Cuz it's all I know
All I can do for a little self respect
Can't lose at no fault of my own, it's tiring
Days getting muddy like my iris I swear that I'm trying
To digest but my eyes dem
Bigger than my belly and then dims the brightness, uh
I don't really wanna moan still
But it don't seem right that I
Have to find ways to make mountains out of molehills
I tell myself patience just hold still
Every ting will be irie
But it's an uphill battle a slippery slope, all types of icy

And the journey to the top ain't easy
So many roads and paths misleading
Couple man mash work the iron and tools
My pattern always been more anaemic, truss
Bag a man wan snatch your soul
But I'm prepped with the spiritual cleaning
And if you don't know get to know
Technique where it's at gotta work on the breathing
Breathe out, breathe in
But don't hold your breath from day I been on it
You man should focus your evenings
Stay off the net digital man are leaches
Like, really on a g ting
The yutes chat too much wass and rah
They yutes wan see a sentence completed
I just wanna see us thriving not depleting

That's why manna graft on the daily
Cuz it's all I know
All I can do for a little self respect
Can't lose at no fault of my own, it's tiring
Days getting muddy like my iris I swear that I'm trying
To digest but my eyes dem
Bigger than my belly and then dims the brightness, uh
I don't really wanna moan still
But it don't seem right that I
Have to find ways to make mountains out of molehills
I tell myself patience just hold still
Every ting will be irie
But it's an uphill battle a slippery slope, all types of icy yeah

Hold still manna cold still
Need Ps Need Gs need A whole mill
Got 4, 5 Gs And they're all real
I wrapped 4,5 beats on a roll still, hold still
Ain't one for the drama, ain't got time for palava
Old ting give stress so long sayonara
I'm Loyle to the game like Carner
Should've seen the way that I came through
I Done it like Kobbie Mainoo
Yeah the blood sweat and tears I put in years
Cedar grind i put in no Beirut
I Took the backroads, not the bait route
Here to stay like the paths that I paved through
Same dreams we're the same yutes
So never let the game abstain you
Adversities with open arms
Man they done it like Bellingham
Type1. Yeah the odds are against me
Ivan Toney the way that I'm betting them
I'm in my element new school veteran
It's tiring but I grind for my betterment
I won't stop 'til it's evident
London jungle roll with the elephants
With a profound elegance

And you know that we graft on the daily
Cuz it's all we know
All we can do for a little self respect
Can't lose at no fault of our own, it's tiring
Days getting muddy like my iris I swear that I'm trying
To digest but my eyes dem
Bigger than my belly and then dims the brightness, uh
I don't really wanna moan still
But it don't seem right that I
Have to find ways to make mountains out of molehills
I tell myself patience just hold still
Every ting will be irie
But it's an uphill battle a slippery slope, all types of icy-cy-cy

All types of Icy-cy-cy
All types of, all types, yeah
Suttin like that, is that-