Ungrateful Lyrics – Central Cee

[Intro: Central Cee]
I don't wanna seem ungrateful, God
But I don't wanna be here
I got some things to get off my chest
But maybe it's best I keep it a secret
31st December, the 1st of Jan'
Same sh!t, I don't care 'bout the new year
New house somewhere that ain't poverty driven
It's mad in the place that I grew in

[Verse 1: Central Cee]
Yo, served a pregnant lady, it f**ked with my head
Couple things I regret tryna earn a wage
48 Laws, one book that I read
So if I rеpent, can I turn the page?
Gotta gеt rid of bad vibes
Anti-clockwise, gotta burn the sage, uh
I'll say with it chest but I know some things locked in
I prefer not to say
I f**ked up, I'm admitting it
I got no ego, I got no shame
I swallow my pride and say that I'm missing it
Cree-cree-creep in the changing room at school
And teef from the kids that are privileged, uh
Stolen clothes with a rip in it
Also a stolen phone, no SIM in it
Now I got P's, I give a lot back
No charity work tryna write off tax
Feds got me on a driving ban
In the passenger seat 'til my license back, uh
Ghost and fly off the map, uh
Try get my mind off rap
I get some sort of survivor's guilt
When I see YM still supplying crack
This life don't come with retiring plans
It'll come to an end in unfortunate ways
No such thing as positive thinking
When you're locked in, it feel like a maze
Often lose faith and forget to pray
You don't wanna land on the wing with the guys
Why? 'Cause they might melt your face
Cuz got hit with a eight, why?
Why would he care 'bout some extra days?

[Chorus: Central Cee]
I-I don't wanna seem ungrateful, God
But I don't wanna be here
I got some things to get off my chest
But maybe it's best I keep it a secret
31st December, the 1st of Jan'
Same sh!t, I don't care 'bout the new year
New house somewhere that ain't poverty driven
It's mad in the place that I grew in

[Verse 2: Central Cee]
Uh, I ain't been home in some weeks
I seek when a man's in need
I got a family tree to feed
I see dead people in my sleep
I see broke people on the feed
Talk is cheap freedom of speech, I guess
But they ain't even got no P's
Got free Wi-Fi, they ain't got 4G
Uh, I wouldn't be able to do what I do
If it weren't for the man before me
I show respect where it's due
Where would I be if I never met YBeeez?
Giggs, Ghetts, Chip, Skep', Konan, Krept
Kano, Dev, Stormz, Hus, Dave
A couple of names, even DBE
Uh, my mum lost faith in her son
When I left school with no GCSE's
Told shorty, "Just 'cause I grew up with nothing
Don't mean that I'm easy to please"
When you need a handout, you don't get help
Why they all wanna help? I ain't even in need
Had one score for an hour of studio time
I couldn't even lease the beat
Do not disturb me when I'm recording
My voice sound clearer than ever, uh
Remember the mic distorting, I grew in a different era
More action, less talking, he said I'm a dead man walking
One in your head, there ain't no respawning, alright

[Chorus: Central Cee]
I-I don't wanna seem ungrateful, God
But I don't wanna be here
I got some things to get off my chest
But maybe it's best I keep it a secret
31st December, the 1st of Jan'
Same sh!t, I don't care 'bout the new year
New house somewhere that ain't poverty driven
It's mad in the place that I grew in