21 thoughts on “George The Poet – Wotless (Official Audio)”
My big brother went to Wembley High Them times there Wembley High was peak Them man there used to let things pop off and then when police came just play hide and seek Before Year 8 everyone knows their lane And if you're year’s bait everyone knows their name Imagine raff, stombridge and church rolled in the same place Free hoods where man could get burst only to save face People started clocking they weren’t old in the same way Couldn’t keep up with the workload at the same rate Some fell behind Some fell to grind But for some reason They weren’t told us the same fate That’s when a young man discovers pride That’s when across the road becomes the other side Teachers gave up before they started, Other than that everyone’s mothers tried
So when my mum saw how I did that when she sent me out the ends My school wanted me to go to booster class She said "I choose to pass" You see he’s six and my son can’t add You know what, well we’ve got books we'll make use of ours So she trained man up I got into a good school
Now this one you’ve gotta do an exam to get in But the look of it is making me question who I am to begin Them rich kids made their expensive payments But you can’t be their ends for entertainment Trends and waves and friends and raves Then to come back to school Feeling dumb, acting cool Plus the black team too you’re not even thinking about how this acting is impacting you
These middle class kids just add to the fuel Gassing me up when I’m the one acting a fool George, if you let this slip by accident you will fully have your back to the wall
You should have seen me at school I was wotless Every other day some fake note from the doctor’s Ay George you’re gonna get suspended again You’re like Sir’s on a mad one Don’t worry about me lads I got this No, but really my mind is where the block is My form tutor and my head of year said it clear I won’t make it into Oxbridge
Now I’m the Oxbridge alumnus on the blocks with the youngest Round here there’s rocks in abundance But there’s not enough keys for the locks in the dungeons Shots in the hundreds Lots of them youngers are clocking them numbers Locking their jumpers Shocking their mum’s ‘cause in between the pot smelling hugs They’re not even pretending they’re not selling drugs How does this happen? How’s there so many speakers and no voices? The loudest is rapping and the crowd is just clapping.
I love George the Poet, but I prefer listening to him without beats. These beats feel forced onto the poetry, if that makes sense, like they add nothing to the song.
When mums keep real amd hustle that honestly and morally. They sow great seeds. George thank you for using your skills and medium to get the message out so well.
My big brother went to Wembley High
Them times there Wembley High was peak
Them man there used to let things pop off
and then when police came just play hide and seek
Before Year 8 everyone knows their lane
And if you're year’s bait everyone knows their name
Imagine raff, stombridge and church rolled in the same place
Free hoods where man could get burst only to save face
People started clocking they weren’t old in the same way
Couldn’t keep up with the workload at the same rate
Some fell behind
Some fell to grind
But for some reason
They weren’t told us the same fate
That’s when a young man discovers pride
That’s when across the road becomes the other side
Teachers gave up before they started,
Other than that everyone’s mothers tried
So when my mum saw how I did that when she sent me out the ends
My school wanted me to go to booster class
She said "I choose to pass"
You see he’s six and my son can’t add
You know what, well we’ve got books we'll make use of ours
So she trained man up
I got into a good school
Now this one you’ve gotta do an exam to get in
But the look of it is making me question who I am to begin
Them rich kids made their expensive payments
But you can’t be their ends for entertainment
Trends and waves and friends and raves
Then to come back to school
Feeling dumb, acting cool
Plus the black team too
you’re not even thinking about how this acting is impacting you
These middle class kids just add to the fuel
Gassing me up when I’m the one acting a fool
George, if you let this slip by accident you will fully have your back to the wall
You should have seen me at school I was wotless
Every other day some fake note from the doctor’s
Ay George you’re gonna get suspended again
You’re like Sir’s on a mad one
Don’t worry about me lads I got this
No, but really my mind is where the block is
My form tutor and my head of year said it clear
I won’t make it into Oxbridge
Now I’m the Oxbridge alumnus on the blocks with the youngest
Round here there’s rocks in abundance
But there’s not enough keys for the locks in the dungeons
Shots in the hundreds
Lots of them youngers are clocking them numbers
Locking their jumpers
Shocking their mum’s ‘cause in between the pot smelling hugs
They’re not even pretending they’re not selling drugs
How does this happen?
How’s there so many speakers and no voices?
The loudest is rapping and the crowd is just clapping.
I can relate to this song so badly! It's so true. I can't stop listening to this.
I'm so obssessed with you
Please send or publish lyrics
I can't wait until George release's his album gonna be sick
Yo poet its chucky keep doing your thing man. Sound wicked. .long time tho
I love George the Poet, but I prefer listening to him without beats. These beats feel forced onto the poetry, if that makes sense, like they add nothing to the song.
another headbanger from the wondergeorge
Great song! Keep going! 🙂
When mums keep real amd hustle that honestly and morally. They sow great seeds. George thank you for using your skills and medium to get the message out so well.
Can't wait to see George at Wireless
george keep tellin em – too many of these kids dont know
Great song George
Love this
George is going places…
damn
Informative
Informative
awesome thanks george
Sooooo good
Great song George, keep it up 🙂