Drip drip
One fish, two fish, red fish, blue fish
Used to read dr. seuss’s
Tryna shed light like snakeskin
Space shuttle, i lost my boosters
What you banging on about?
Swimming upstream
Like salmon or a trout
With the hand of god like maradona then
But i need jesus like maradona now
So i look up in the sky for something
I was running
Running through the six with woes
I grew up in the sticks with woes
Woe is me, woe is me
I’m a poet and i didn’t even know it’s me
And i noticed that you didn’t even notice me
Look at the symmetry
But now it’s just different, it’s energy
No it’s not rocket science
Look, we whip in the kitchen
It’s chemistry ah
Remember when you had a heart attack?
Not a neil buchanan, no a heart attack
See the light when the stars are black
Flying outer space
But i’m running out of time
Devil in the crosshairs
Gun him down on sight
Bun him down
Twenty round spin it till you run it out
Never really had sh#t but we figured it out
Ate the ends of the loaf
None missing the mouth
Told mum it was bless when really it weren’t
With no crown or jewels
But i’m the king the house
Picking off mould like that weren’t there
Dancing around defeat like capoeira
They kicked us out on 19th december
I stood there bent up like that ain’t fair
Swimming up sh#t creek
Mum saying make it look discrete
I dunno, maybe she embarrassed of the mishaps
The misfortunate only really got pride
So it hits deep
But i row row rowed the boat
Held my nose like i don’t wanna blow it
No, it’s loco how they got me on this roller coaster
Slow-mo how i’m seeing every hope that goes
Looking in the sky for the answers
A desperate non-believer
Just praying for help regardless
In the hope that someone sees ya
So save me spaceman
A crowded heart just frowns in the dark
So save me space, man
In limbo floating, like the oceans, or a spaceman
Flying outer space
But i’m running out of time
Devil in the crosshairs
Gun him down on sight
Bun him down (bun it down)
Twenty round spin it till’ you run it out
Flying outer space
But i’m running out of time
Devil in the crosshairs
Gun him down on sight
Bun him down (bun it down)
Twenty round spin it till’ you run it out
Used to have a buzz aldrin figurine
Next to pictures of my pops
Shrines in-between
If i dither when i’m lost i ain’t in a dream
Just i don’t really give a f#ck
Excuse my zinedine
Excuse my french, been intense
Paid my pitching fees
And pick me dreams
Some unrealistic things
Had a series full of deaths like killing eve
It all seemed a bit intense like killing eve
I was sitting on the bench like chicharito
Life chucked me to the end
Like willy beam
I was tryna’ build like buzz
Like a killer bee
While my bro was squashed in a can
Like a tin of beans
My soliloquy definitely don’t
Play out too kindly for me
My worst enemy, tireless energy
Sun in the morning rise up in the east
Sometimes we mix up our needs and our wants
Sometimes i drink more than i really need
Sometimes i think more than i can appease
Sometimes i dream more than i can achieve
Sometimes i ignore and rise to my knees
I’m live on your feed
Up and down
Yeah life’s really been a seesaw, you see
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