Central Cee – Day In The Life (Instrumental) (Prod. By Frosty Beats)

[Intro]
(Strikes in the mix)

[Chorus]
Day in the life
Let’s see if you really trap
Turn off the autotune
Let’s hear how you really rap
Haha, send a location
Come burn a boy if you’re bad, let’s see
Your dad left home from young
And you ain’t done shit for your mum, ah man, ah man
How are you relying on man like gyal?
You’re mad, you mas’a mad
You ain’t never sat in the trap with a pack
Hear the doorbell ring and your heartbeat lag
Can’t keep track, been in the trap
It’s hard, I can’t keep up (I can’t keep up)
Selling them party drugs
I’m the one that got the party turnt
[Verse 1]
Everyone say they T (They T)
Fascinated by the trap
I might put the bando on Airbnb (B)
Leave me a good review, next time you come
Get some, get one for free (Who’s that?)
Who’s that with the hair on fleek?
She made me beep my horn, it’s peak
I try stay low in the Jeep, low-key (Discrete)
The feds ain’t dumb, they know wagwan
But the young G’s too naive
Little bro got nicked two times this week
Freedom’s priceless, not cheap
Fuck you, pay me
Got a booking fee plus VAT (VAT)
R.I.P. A1, it’s sad that he didn’t see eighteen

[Chorus]
Day in the life
Let’s see if you really trap
Turn off the autotune
Let’s hear how you really rap
Haha, send a location
Come burn a boy if you’re bad, let’s see
Your dad left home from young
And you ain’t done shit for your mum, ah man, ah man
How are you relying on man like gyal?
You’re mad, you mas’a mad
You ain’t never sat in the trap with a pack
Hear the doorbell ring and your heartbeat lag
Can’t keep track, been in the trap
It’s hard, I can’t keep up (I can’t keep up)
Selling them party drugs
I’m the one that got the party turnt
[Verse 2]
Bro said I’m going all dumb
I won’t leave that trap alone
Come like I’m young in love
Got a toxic relationship with Stacey, but she won’t cut me off
Can’t be breaking even no more, brodie, I must see prof’
Came to the bando healthy, left with a dusty cough
Loving the goldest rose like the England rugby top
These bitches lie, relationship advice, don’t trust these thots
Everyone talk gun ‘pon beat, but in their real life, no gun beat off
Keep the convo brief, say no more, my G
Don’t you know that talk is cheap?
Like my gyaldem short and sweet
What ya mean can you sit on my face? She listen to too much DBE
Everyone got PTSD, how come everyone now sip on lean?
Don’t you know that I grind two fours? I’m on two-fours like Christmas Eve
Bro, why you act surprise? I told you dis and you didn’t believe
Can deal with the trap being dirty, can’t deal with the dirty D’s
If the yard I’m in gets spun, I won’t come home ’til I’m thirty-three

[Chorus]
Day in the life
Let’s see if you really trap
Turn off the autotune
Let’s hear how you really rap
Haha, send a location
Come burn a boy if you’re bad, let’s see
Your dad left home from young
And you ain’t done shit for your mum, ah man, ah man
How are you relying on man like gyal?
You’re mad, you mas’a mad
You ain’t never sat in the trap with a pack
Hear the doorbell ring and your heartbeat lag
Can’t keep track, been in the trap
It’s hard, I can’t keep up (I can’t keep up)
Selling them party drugs
I’m the one that got the party turnt
[Outro]
You ain’t never sat in the trap with a pack
Hear the doorbell ring and your heartbeat lag
(You ain’t never sat in the trap with a pack
Hear the doorbell ring and your heartbeat lag), Frosty