i just wanna bathe in stale champagne
cigarette stink at meetings talking budget campaigns
life on my tail, handmaids
burst in flames greet the devil with a handshake
wish you were i make ice caps disappear
watch the world burn at the bar sipping beer
how many units, can i move whips?
i'm a nuisance stop acting stupid
this ain't lucrative your better selling blow
in the city no sleep another demon heading home
uber ain't picking up girlfriend sicking up
tapping on the glass box tell me what you think of us
this ain't your world bitch is mine
knew it all along chilling on the strip time
crash the whip time aqua spit shine
still despise everything you thinks fine
fucking animals
the ones who lost life's manual
pool of tears doing cannonballs
penny for for my thoughts
spare one if a had a few
national lottery every week
itchy palms can't get to sleep
national lottery every week
itchy palms can't get to sleep
daytime tv numb my brain
sick of seeing phillip schofield anyway
tired of saying i should change and still do the same
wake up brush it off probably just a phase
tired of handouts need a new plan now
take me back to art attack at my nans house
crashing back down
block buster rentals i forgot to bring em back round
shit madness of youth
job interviews i never wore a suit
still buss a bottle cap chip it on my tooth
i just wanna smoke skunk
and keep sitting here aloof
black mould on my windows
council ain't fixed it
good morning britain
tea cigarettes and biscuits
morning run finished
used to tear my room apart playing limp bizkit
fucking animals
the ones who lost life's manual
pool of tears doing cannonballs
penny for for my thoughts
spare one if a had a few
national lottery every week
itchy palms can't get to sleep
national lottery every week
itchy palms can't get to sleep
sky cut off still got all the channels that i need
i swear this city makes heroes out the weak
14 new era caps akademiks jeans
fitted on the back graffiti says east
257 back home
weight of the world gonna straighten out my backbone
zanco crack phone
stick it your black hole
all my fiends got nicked
happy that i sat home
loose women on screen
payment on the first and bad dreams
corner shop spent credits recipts
memories in my brain
that i can never delete
lucky dip 6 numbers i'm rich
the grass is greener when you're switching ships
empty cheques fuck the ones who let me slip
buy my dream run you over in it
fucking animals
the ones who lost life's manual
pool of tears doing cannonballs
penny for for my thoughts
spare one if a had a few
national lottery every week
itchy palms can't get yo sleep
still can't get to sleep
