Thirty thousand pounds for a degree

I'm an overseas cheap slave qualified in UK

Men seeking jobs couldn’t get laid

Had to cut leeway to get me on belay

Hard work pays off, got my rent paid

got sponsor visa, I had a gateway

to a stabilised life with a payday

I can work on my dream on the sideway

Snapshot, celebrate my birthday

friends circle up taking MD then I

spend a half year pacing around the broadway

lost in the bouquet and white-girl cliche

Heyday always ends at the crossway

Friends girlfriends everybody drift away

Sweet memories echo with dismay

I left Edinburgh looking for a new day

London life gave me more than I wish for

but things went wrong, not what I planed for

When the lonesome creep in creep in

sweet trap I wanna walk in walk in

Weaknesses overrule rationality

fall for the same cliche and toxic foreplay

Once more, I fall into that pitfall

didn’t do the job what I was paid for

Two weeks from on call to off board

contract termination visa offshore

Look around I see dust on my keyboard

trapped on the chessboard, dream on a whiteboard

Life shows me: emotionally-immature and mentally-premature

would snatch what I work for

Once more, my life’s in a downfall

Ask myself: What did I dream for

Dream... was hard to think about think about talk about talk about

Out of work rent due was all I worried about worried about worried about think about

God bless my girl, she didn’t leave. We work it out work it out work it out work it out

I got a job but real life problems carry on carry on carry on carry on

Different expectation clashes I can’t get what she want what she want what she want what she want

‘Why don’t you get two jobs day shift night shift

We need to save up buy a car buy a house

You need to start a business where your mind at?

Hereabout thereabout whereabout whereabout

I don’t want your empty promises

You figure out figure out figure out figure out’

What you want from me, babe?

I can't just make a bow make a bow make a bow make a bow

Part of me still wanna make dream come true I can’t just lie about lie about

‘You’re so freaking immature

Why don’t you kill the boy, be a man, push yourself, make a plan

Dreams never come true for a man with no money no fame no power no game’

There’s nothing wrong I want a good life but you just don’t wanna care about care about (There’s nothing wrong I have a dream but you just don’t wanna care about care about)

Choose me or choose your dream, you say it loud say it loud say it loud say it loud (Choose you or choose my dream, I say it loud say it loud say it loud say it loud)

Here you are, stopped at the roundabout, will you give way to reality I care about? (Here I am, stopped at the roundabout, shall I give way to reality I care about?)

I know it hurts but we had the best time, we should proud

Time out