Hit by a Train

Pissing me off, two fingers up Crush down rocks, Salt Bae in my cup Dreamt I was rich, clock woke me up Checking my post, P45 ain't come Girlfriend nags Keep leaving lights on, electric bill getting bad Seeing my nan, train to Southend Picking cigarettes out the sand Pick-me-ups, minimum wage Run late, yeah, I'm still sick of this phase Picking my brain, yeah Bin men picking up needles on the estate And you wanna wear needles floss Don't know where I'm at, but I'm feeling lost And I'm feeling hurt Declining credit, rising hems on skirts In a zip car, yeah, it's not my day Scratched my rim on the curb Ain't got scratch, ain't got service So I don't know if the phone rung back Slinging my hat, sling something else Tanita tanita, my head on the scales Cats line up tia tamera (too dark) No one selling seashells Nothing to chase Sit 'round, smoke weed, do nothing today FIFA, FIFA Pub toilets, packets, and geezers Que gotta wait Job search meeting moving the date Big grin smiley face on my plate Throwing up, my stomach rearranging Head feels strange and it's only getting stranger Silver spoon got rust Residue on me got dust Know I'm wrong, but don't give a fuck Head feel like hell waking up Wake me up, never not late Cobwebs in my brain New day, still feel the same Feel like I got hit by a train Silver spoon got rust Residue on me got dust Know I'm wrong, but don't give a fuck Head feel like hell waking up Wake me up, never not late Cobwebs in my brain New day, still feel the same Feel like I got hit by a train Missed the bus, see it speed it off Bus driver's a cunt, takes one to know one Furlough lows and highs Mum's in, so I can't smoke inside, got a smokers cough Skip college ain't asher roth, I too's rothy blues Die anyway what I got to lose New day, one loop getting hitting snooze Loose change in my pocket, chase ice creams vans Knockdown ginger, I keep knocking New bond street, eyeing up roleys Shop windows I get lost in Try and be what everyone wants, make everyone happy Switching everything off Now everything's wrong and you stand outside 'til everything's gone Trackies fruit of the loom Doom, pray my payment come soon Bad way from K spoons High road, hide my face from the goons Electric scooters scoot past Rack in the red lion toilet urinal nasty Say I feel nothing hardly Feeling the rush from the tip of the car key I feel like leaving, hear somebody knocking Must be the waitress cleaning So I smile, face in the mirror, facing these demons Pub closed and I should be home Work in a.m., quick change clothes Threw up on the train on my way Letters with red letters on in my home Silver spoon got rust Residue on me got dust Know I'm wrong, but I don't give a fuck Head feel like hell waking up Wake me up, never not late Cobwebs in my brain New day, still feel the same Feel like I got hit by a train Silver spoon got rust Residue on me got dust Know I'm wrong, but don't give a fuck Head feel like hell waking up Wake me up, never not late Cobwebs in my brain New day, still feel the same Feel like I got hit by a train