Headie One Martin’s Sofa is available for you to enjoy below.
Award-winning international rapper, Headie One comes through with another fresh and impressive single he named “Martin’s Sofa“.
The song serves as his debut for the year and we look forward to receiving his forthcoming album.
Listen and enjoy the song below.
Headie One – Martin’s Sofa Lyrics
[Intro: Future, Headie One]
M1OnTheBeat
Blessin’ all the trap niggas
God blessin’ all the trap niggas (One)
[Chorus]
M11 in a bruck down motor, one-way trip to Martin’s sofa (Turn)
Lost everything, felt like I had no one, sat stressed out on Martin’s sofa (Turn up)
I done my first show, had to spud the promoter, head straight back to Martin’s sofa (Argh)
I pray when the fame and the charting’s over, I ain’t gotta end up on Martin’s sofa (Told me turn, ayy)
M11 in a bruck down motor, one-way trip to Martin’s sofa (Told me turn)
Lost everything, felt like I had no one, sat stressed out on Martin’s sofa (Argh)
I done my first show, had to spud the promoter, head straight back to Martin’s sofa
I pray when the fame and thе charting’s over, I ain’t gotta end up on Martin’s sofa (One)
[Verse 1]
Wintеr night, it’s the 6th October
If I had a one wish for my birthday, it would be some more ten-ten yola (Turn)
I’m in the bando, there’s no California (Turn, turn, turn, turn)
I’m tryna count these twenties up sober
The ding-dong bait, no insurance (Turn, they told me turn)
One more sale ’til the reload’s over, I’m tryna make a crack fiend turn chauffer (Told me turn)
My intention’s innocent, this bando’s small but I’m dreamin’ big (Suh, suh, suh, suh, dreamin’ big)
It was attempted M first time I was faced with the CPS (Suh, suh, suh, suh, suh, suh, suh)
I built my first hood phone losing, the gang asked me why I’m OT juggin’ (“Lil’ broski, why you been OT juggin’?”)
‘Cause I’d rather sit down for the food than bootings (Shh)
Yo (Turn), every day these birds just get more stupid (Turn, turn)
Bro got an eight for the mash, no sweets, and now he gotta wait ’til he’s free, gluten (Free, gluten)
OT boy but when I come to the hood, I cause a nuisance (Nuisance)
Had a hammer on me, it come like I’m tryna do home improvements (Turn, told me turn, ayy)
It’s a double life and I’m workin’ two shifts, Monday, I’m tryna be a college boy, Friday, on a Northwest train from Euston (Argh)
Yeah, I fucked up my attendance
I put a two and a blue with magic, I made it assemble like the Avengers
Pa always said I’m useless (I’m useless)
My first day in Scotland, I made me two quid (Turn)
[Chorus]
M11 in a bruck down motor, one-way trip to Martin’s sofa
Lost everything, felt like I had no one, sat stressed out on Martin’s sofa (Argh)
I done my first show, had to spud the promoter, head straight back to Martin’s sofa (Turn up)
I pray when the fame and the charting’s over, I ain’t gotta end up on Martin’s sofa (Told me turn, ayy)
M11 in a bruck down motor, one-way trip to Martin’s sofa (One)
Lost everything, felt like I had no one, sat stressed out on Martin’s sofa (Argh)
I done my first show, had to spud the promoter, head straight back to Martin’s sofa (Turn)
I pray when the fame and the charting’s over, I ain’t gotta end up on Martin’s sofa (Turn, they told me turn, ayy)
[Verse 2]
My worker tried finessin’ the pack, he said Fiona’s car got smashed (Cap)
I was down to my last half each, had me with the hand ting in the back of the cab (Real talk)
I was takin’ smoke on the M-way, I felt like a spoil exhaust pipe (Neow)
Yo, I need this food right now and I don’t wanna hear more lies (No)
Told them that I know it’s a loss, it’s kosher
Just round up that last little change you got and meet me on Martin’s sofa (Martin’s sofa)
Then I backed the revolver
Yo, what haven’t I done whilst sittin’ on Martin’s sofa? Uh
I swung the stick ’round like a golfer (Mm)
I switched up the pattern and trapped out a motor
Every day yola, majj, or ammonia (Turn, turn, turn)
I don’t wanna catch me a thirty, I’m tryna stack me a thirty and buy a Daytona (Turn, turn, they told me turn, ayy)
I need my trap days over, I see myself in the Daily Mail (How?)
I’m on my third strike so if I get grabbed, fam, I can’t get bail (Real talk)
I smell like the bando, I can’t get girls (Argh)
And before “Know Better”, I woulda quit rap ’cause I can’t take L’s (Gang)
Had to sign on twice a week, I got too much shows now I can’t make sales, had just the sand left, I felt like Seychelles
I even parked off bells in Martin’s sofa (Don’t tell him)
[Chorus]
M11 in a bruck down motor, one-way trip to Martin’s sofa
Lost everything, felt like I had no one, sat stressed out on Martin’s sofa
I done my first show, had to spud the promoter, head straight back to Martin’s sofa (Told me turn)
I pray when the fame and the charting’s over, I ain’t gotta end up on Martin’s sofa (Told me turn, M1OnTheBeat)
M11 in a bruck down motor, one-way trip to Martin’s sofa (Told me turn, ayy)
Lost everything, felt like I had no one, sat stressed out on Martin’s sofa (Turn up)
I done my first show, had to spud the promoter, head straight back to Martin’s sofa
I pray when the fame and the charting’s over, I ain’t gotta end up on Martin’s sofa (Suh, suh, suh, suh, suh, suh, suh)
