miss o’s song music video snipit

Yeah, wake up in the morning, gotta get outta bed, Got a million different thoughts running through my head. Get ready for school, yeah, I’m back on the grind, Reece High every day, same place, different time. Walk through the gates and I’m already talking, See one of my mates and now we’re barely walking. One conversation turns into another one quick, Before I even know it, the whole class is in it. Miss O in the classroom, trying to keep things calm, I’m sitting there talking like there ain’t nothing wrong. She’ll probably hear my voice before she sees my face, ’Cause somehow I’ve always got something to say. I’m not trying to be annoying, that’s just how I am, If you start up a conversation, I’ll probably have a plan. I can talk about music, school, life, anything, Give me five minutes and I’ll have another story to bring. But when school’s finished, that’s when I switch my mode, Headphones on, making music, going down my own road. Got a beat playing and I’m thinking of a verse, Sometimes it comes easy, sometimes it’s the worst. I might write something down, then change it again, Try a different flow, then I’m back at the pen. I’m making my music, trying to find my own sound, Taking all the little ideas that I have lying around. Sometimes I make something and I think it sounds fire, Next day I listen and I’m like, “I can make this higher.” But I keep on going, yeah, I’m learning each day, ’Cause you don’t get better if you throw it away. School during the day, music later at night, Trying to balance everything and still get it right. I’m just doing my thing, I’m not trying to pretend, I’m making music now, who knows where it could end? I’ve got jokes with my friends, got stories to tell, Sometimes we’re laughing so hard that we’re doing too well. Teachers tell me, “Quiet,” I’m like, “Yeah, my bad,” Then two minutes later I’m talking again — it’s kinda bad. But honestly, I wouldn’t change who I am, I like making people laugh, that’s always been the plan. I like having a chat, I like making a track, And if somebody needs talking, I’m probably right back. Reece High is the place where I spend most my days, Learning new things while I’m finding my ways. Miss O’s in the room, and the lesson’s begun, But somehow me talking has already begun. So that’s my lifestyle, yeah, nothing too fake, School, music, conversations — that’s the path that I take. I’m still young, still learning, still figuring it out, But I know when I grab that mic, that’s what I’m about. So turn up the beat, let me do what I do, I’m just being myself, I ain’t gotta act cool. From Reece High to the studio, wherever I go, I’ll keep making my music and letting people know. Yeah, that’s me, no filter, no lie, Always got something to say, always asking “why?” Making music, going school, just living my life, Trying to get better every day, one verse at a time. Yeah, wake up in the morning, gotta get outta bed, Got a million different thoughts running through my head. Get ready for school, yeah, I’m back on the grind, Reece High every day, same place, different time. Walk through the gates and I’m already talking, See one of my mates and now we’re barely walking. One conversation turns into another one quick, Before I even know it, the whole class is in it. Miss O in the classroom, trying to keep things calm, I’m sitting there talking like there ain’t nothing wrong. She’ll probably hear my voice before she sees my face, ’Cause somehow I’ve always got something to say. I’m not trying to be annoying, that’s just how I am, If you start up a conversation, I’ll probably have a plan. I can talk about music, school, life, anything, Give me five minutes and I’ll have another story to bring. But when school’s finished, that’s when I switch my mode, Headphones on, making music, going down my own road. Got a beat playing and I’m thinking of a verse, Sometimes it comes easy, sometimes it’s the worst. I might write something down, then change it again, Try a different flow, then I’m back at the pen. I’m making my music, trying to find my own sound, Taking all the little ideas that I have lying around. Sometimes I make something and I think it sounds fire, Next day I listen and I’m like, “I can make this higher.” But I keep on going, yeah, I’m learning each day, ’Cause you don’t get better if you throw it away. School during the day, music later at night, Trying to balance everything and still get it right. I’m just doing my thing, I’m not trying to pretend, I’m making music now, who knows where it could end? I’ve got jokes with my friends, got stories to tell, Sometimes we’re laughing so hard that we’re doing too well. Teachers tell me, “Quiet,” I’m like, “Yeah, my bad,” Then two minutes later I’m talking again — it’s kinda bad. But honestly, I wouldn’t change who I am, I like making people laugh, that’s always been the plan. I like having a chat, I like making a track, And if somebody needs talking, I’m probably right back. Reece High is the place where I spend most my days, Learning new things while I’m finding my ways. Miss O’s in the room, and the lesson’s begun, But somehow me talking has already begun. So that’s my lifestyle, yeah, nothing too fake, School, music, conversations — that’s the path that I take. I’m still young, still learning, still figuring it out, But I know when I grab that mic, that’s what I’m about. So turn up the beat, let me do what I do, I’m just being myself, I ain’t gotta act cool. From Reece High to the studio, wherever I go, I’ll keep making my music and letting people know. Yeah, that’s me, no filter, no lie, Always got something to say, always asking “why?” Making music, going school, just living my life, Trying to get better every day, one verse at a time.