Headie One – Martin’s Sofa (Audio, Lyrics, Video)

British rapper, Headie One unveils the music video for the new song, “Martin’s Sofa” produced by M1OnTheBeat. Listen, stream, read the lyrics, buy the track, mp3 download.

Headie One Martin’s Sofa

As fans anticipate his sophomore album, the UK drill rapper set the tone for the new year with his latest single. “Martin’s Sofa” finds Headie tackling sleek production from M1OnTheBeat, who samples Jeni Suk’s rendition of “Wildfire” by SBTRKT.” It’s the same talent as the one used on Flatbush Zombies’ “Palm Trees.”

The soothing vocal sample turns into a blank canvas as Headie One reflects on the struggles he faced before the fame. Additionally, he reflects on returning to that dark place in his life if the fame is gone.

As told by Complex, “Martin’s Sofa” is a homage to an old friend who lent his couch to the rapper when he fell on hard times. Prior to Christmas, the “Rose Gold” rapper linked up with Martin to briefly check in and say thank you. However, he also bought Martin a new couch afterwards.

The music video for “Martin’s Sofa” shows the UK drill rapper shows rapper reimagining his days in the trap and struggling to make ends meet. Martin also makes a cameo in the Nathan Tetty-directed visual.

Headie One – Martin’s Sofa (prod. M1OnTheBeat)

January 19, 2023
1 Song, 4 minutes
℗ 2023 Relentless Records under exclusive licence to Sony Music Entertainment UK Limited

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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)