The Sooner We Die the Sooner We Can All Go Home

Oi, listen

I'm too long in the tooth

They looked dead when they got in the booth

It's on red but I put it on mute

I never said that I'd give you the truth

A couple Zs and a bottle of goose

Now he's had a couple of boots he's too gone in the head

There's nothing left but I put it to bed

I'm out here tryna butter the bread

And wasn't that what you wanted instead (Fuck!)

I play a game that can never be won

And swing a sword that weighs seventy ton

It's all cleverly done

I celebrate like it never begun

Still shine like the heavenly sun, look

Bruv I said it before, say it again

You don't wanna wage war with a pen

It's been about since the dawn of men

And I just wanna hit rawest beats and talk shit like it's normal again

Ride or die, my dichotomy

Tryna tell me how high I gotta be

Already told them, I build a monopoly

Instead of letting it all pile on top of me

Weren't ready for that though, get off of me

Cash flow, the rap flow derogatory

You know we do it to death, it don't bother me

Something like a phenomenon or anomaly

On the radio you bet that I did it properly

Brother don't even bother with that apology

Rolling with a select few, we're bubbling

Still kicking about, but don't follow me

All I got is this artwork I'm honouring

Took it off him in daylight, the robbery

Saw the god in my, fuck your philosophy

Them man'd lobby their soul for more sodomy

See ya

See you at the top

Depending on what mood I'm in I'll burn the fucking lot

What you got?

Thought that you'd be pleased to see me, probably not

Tell you what

If you're going through hell, don't stop

Why I never see 'em at the top

Spinning round in circles with that millimetre drop

It's a lot, yeah

It's the greatest movie ever shot

Let 'em rot

If you're going through hell, don't stop

Now they all wanna dance on the sharp side of that knife

I'll melt myself down to leak to leak out of your life

Just mustard gas and snake oil in them pipes

When the sky falls I paint a new one on and book flights

Proved a lot of 'em wrong

I took a seat on the bridge, lit a fire in my skull and watched all the weird, little men waddle along

I been missing a few chunks of the last couple years

Now they all wanna fill me in on what I was on

All the 2AMs up in a candy red skyline buried back there, they're forgotten and gone

That's all gone

They'll never find us face down

Drooling on a dirt track

Couple rabid greyhounds

I hate the way your mouth moves

You've been at it all day

Up there in the black sky

Burning was my forte

I turned up late to the rapture

Wearing them ten ton boots and I trample the dead

You twenty-four hour livestreamed the event

With an airtight plastic bag on your head

Now you've all got weirdly obsessed with yourselves

All licking your screens and panting for air

As the real world tapped on your airbrushed face

You dried up, whimpered and then shrank in your chair

Why I never see 'em at the top

Spinning round in circles with that millimetre drop

It's a lot, yeah

It's the greatest movie ever shot

Let 'em rot

If you're going through hell, don't stop

See ya

See you at the top

Depending on what mood I'm in burn the fucking lot

What you got?

Thought that you'd be pleased to see me, probably not

Tell you what

If you're going through hell, don't stop