Central Cee — Walk in Wardrobe Lyrics

Can’t Rush Greatness, Central Cee’s third studio album, is a testament to his growth as an artist and his ability to blend introspection with mainstream appeal.

The project explores themes of fame, success, relationships, and personal struggles, offering listeners a glimpse into his journey from humble beginnings to international recognition.

The album features a mix of high-energy drill tracks, introspective melodies, and experimental collaborations with artists like 21 Savage, Skepta, and Young Miko, showcasing Cee’s versatility.

With its polished production and thoughtful lyricism, Can’t Rush Greatness solidifies Central Cee’s place as a global force in contemporary rap.

Walk in Wardrobe Central Cee Lyrics

Part I

Before I had a walk-in wardrobe
No car, I was ten toes
Walkin’ through the war zone
She don’t like takin’ the pill, so I’m pullin’ out, it plays with her hormones
Fuck love, I need more poles
Fucked up, that was just my luck, when bro got touched, didn’t die but he almost did
Right now, me and him ain’t the closest
Goin’ through the motions
My girl said I’m emotionless
Heart cold like the Polar Express
They call me the voice of the street cah I speak on relevance
Top ten in my scene, that’s evident
When I release, I compete with Americans
My young G still needs development
Stick with a silencer, and now it’s got a speech impediment, uh
Ss-ss-stutterin’, gotta leave, I’m sorry I’m anxious
Everyone’s gangsters
Until it’s time to ride and man start makin’ excuse ’bout cameras
I won’t glamourise this life, FaceTimin’ the guys and it don’t look glamorous
May the strong survive, may the pagans die
I don’t even beef those guys, they sayin’ my name to create some hype
This one want a one-night stand, politely decline, she ain’t my type
I’m sorry, Ms Jackson, I never meant to make her cry
I never entertain these guys, if I want drama, then my girl gon’ start some
How the fuck you gon’ argue with me when my flight departin’?
How you gon’ raise your voice at me? You’re in my apartment
Had to swallow my pride and ask my guy for help, that hurt ’cause I don’t like askin’
I don’t know how to make a song, I just rhyme on beat and say how I feel
Mum said, “Don’t ever trust no one that claims they’re real”
I’m real, I ain’t gotta say that I’m real, the brodem know how I roll
I know, these women all come and they go, I know that she ain’t my girl
I’m not in the mood for socialisin’, I’m sittin’ in silence
I won’t form an alliance if I don’t like how your vibe is
Trap runnin’ like Uber Eats, big up the delivery drivers
Some shit don’t sit right with me, you live and you learn, I can’t live in this climate
Freedom riskin’, the feds keep on friskin’
Before you get time to back out your knife, K1’s gonna reach for his ting
So let’s be realistic
I told her play with her pussy, I don’t even care if her nails are acrylic
How you my girl and don’t know my lyrics?
I ain’t treatin’ no ho like a princess, baby, I’m losin’ interest
Let’s play Who’s The Baddest or let’s play Who’s The Richest
A2 gave him the ting, if they come through, then you better use his index
They’re gonna underestimate when you ain’t got a million views on a vid yet

Hold on, chat
Cee is tapped in

Part II

I know drama sells, the Internet make me laugh out loud
Everyone talkin’ behind computers, what you gon’ do if my dawg come round?
I might make the young G come to your show with the stick, like Moses, part the crowd
I ran that time cah I’m only human, I got caught lackin’, my guard was down
Leng, she out of my league, all of my bitches badder than me
Serious risk with the pack that day, had bare class A in the Addison Lee
I felt like Mitch, I felt like Meech, I felt like me, ten bands in a week
Hoes in the studio, I’m tryna record, let’s multitask, get down on your knees
Cancel the Uber if it ain’t tinted, I can’t ride if the whip transparent
I can’t even go to the petrol station, one wrong move and you’ll slip in traffic
Tables turned and the plot just twisted like when ghost got wigged by Tariq
Ten-car convoy deep on the euro tunnel, I’m takin’ a trip to—
I don’t care if they call my album a classic
I could go and retire right now off the hits that I got, so I don’t need to panic
I don’t need promo runs or PR stunts, everything organic
You don’t wanna test my gangster, try get close and see what happens
Nobody makes it far where I’m from
So they say that I sold my soul, bro, I ain’t even sold my masters
Drop to my knees in a dirty bando, I talk to God like I need some answers
If I go broke, I’ll do it all over again, all I need is a phone and charger
I just ordered a stab-proof vest cah they said that they want man dead