The View (feat. M.A.C.)

Focus on the finer things in life, can you feel it? can you feel it Nah I ain't talking wine or shiny dimes, can you feel it? can you see it I'm on about the yellow thing up in the sky, can you feel it? so tell me can you see it Now take a look back look at The View Well I ain't gonna sit here and think about it Cuz the suns coming up but your thoughts will cloud it We all got doubts around it And when the fights around you're Flipping the vision to see that you're winning It's only gonna put you in the pole position You're grinning, Cuz I'm insisting The rhythm I'm twisting is irrisisting The shit you're existing with Turning up in a bit I'm turning with the bits And with a view that will move your mood To check if it fits, I'll ask you to remove your doo And see if it's your wig that splits I'm just taking the piss But quick, gotta make a joke so they'll think that I'm slick I'm so ill that I'm sick The first time I got my prick played with Man I was just 6 and now that laughter's fixed your mood And changed your view, It's time that I moved on too Back in day batting, hand me the racket Watch it rocket, I got it up to Orion, belter Did you clock it Clocking the rocket it's in my pocket Surprised NASA ain't offered me a job yeah Strolling into NASS I'm in space there What a view chilling on the moon, tinny in my hand Rolly Banks in the background ye what a tune Come back in a month, next week or later today Familiar face, mates rates, wait til pay day Are you okay mate nah wait, what Forgot what I was gonna say But when you're in the Inner City and you're cruising the vicinity It's hard to find serenity, unless you know your spots Lying back on the grass it feels cotch Take a second or two to just watch Focus on the finer things in life, can you feel it? can you feel it Nah I ain't talking wine or shiny dimes, can you feel it? can you see it I'm on about the yellow thing up in the sky, can you feel it? so tell me can you see it Now take a look back look at The View It ain't so bad look what you got into Moving on to a better place, upping the pace Can't be faced with another fucking layer cake But when I wake there'll be another beat that shakes I'll say yeah like the ones that Cameron makes Great mates move more than the Earth that quakes They create a space for pressure to escape And now I'm back in the room my eyes do dilate For another opportunity, We won't wait Can you see that? it's the scenery It's more than just the greenery To find out what it means to me An open space for me to breathe Spitting with ease Living la vida loca Now can you see? I mean, we got the trees around There's grass upon the ground No need to grind it up it's already ground down Take a trip tonight, ye I'm off to Brown Town I'll be back in the morning though Yeah that's sound