[Intro]
Styling, styling, 30 years styling
Styling, styling, 30 years styling
Styling, styling, 30 years styling
Styling, styling, 30 years styling

[Verse 1: Wretch 32]
I'm so happy with my gift for my B-day, you'll get a present
Blew the candles, now I'm cutting the cake cause of my sentence
So advanced, when I see Apple, I see Tetris
Who knew that Back to the Future was in the present?
Ivor Novello flow every time I write
Every time I'm on the mic is a reminder for why I'm signed
Poverty-born child worth a million
You cut me, I bleed feelings, I'm cold, I sneeze feelings

[Hook: Wretch 32]
Bro, I'm a fine china
I mature with wine, I get wiser
And they're saying my driver's got mileage
But my brother, that's 30 years styling

[Verse 2: Wretch 32]
When I was flying to the heavens, they thought it was all Satan
They called me freemason but I still forgave em
I was dream-chasing way before Meek made it
They won't wake you at your wake when your dream gets taken
Should I slap you with a bag or two?
I swear gravity's my parachute, my reality ain't got a camera crew
You care about the fame more than tryna make a change
You get your hopes up and then the glass ceiling will shatter you
We really had cards when you was playing solitaire
I really had a yard when you was trapping on the stairs
I really had a car when you was peddling through the gears
I've been here for years and now they're here for years and years, years and years
[Hook: Wretch 32]

[Verse 3: Wretch 32]
See, that moment at the BRITs kinda felt like an eclipse
Lesson learned, take delight too long or take the piss
When we get it back, see my brothers have been through hell and back
Any time since too bland, we'll make it red and black
None of us had headstarts, so we ain't heading back
Just for me to get out the barrel, I killed hella crabs
Now it's sea bass, sea brine, seashells and sand
I'm giving my net for their fish, and a helping hand
Cause in '03 I didn't even have three Os
Checked my bank account, didn't even see three 0s
I was there selling dark and light, Oreo
Now it's just me, myself and I, more zeros
More zeros, so I don't give a fuck what your lady likes
Nah, especially when she ain't lady-like
If you ain't a princess now, or a lady Di
Anytime you've got the cheek, I've got the baby wipes
Wipe the slate clean, I don't never leave it dirty
Man, I've seen death, can't believe I've seen 30
My cousin got life, he coming home at 2:30
When he back man, the building I build him is two storeys, true stories
I've got a T.I and a Hustle Gang
I'm the type that can turn a joke into a Russell Brand
When I wretchercise, I tread on mills and do the running, man
I don't have to throw an overarm to get the upper hand, nah
[Hook]

[Break]
Girl, throw my sash belt
My velvet blazer
My wing-tipped shoes
Cufflink's gold, haha
Well, we're not gonna make the life grow over us
We're gonna grow over life
Dun know [?]

[Bridge: Etta Bond]
Styling, styling, 30 years styling
Styling, styling, 30 years styling
Styling, styling, 30 years styling
Styling, styling, 30 years styling
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday, 32
Happy birthday to you
Styling, styling, happy years styling