Letra

Same old shit, just another day I was in my head, feelin' dead, feelin' microwaved I was on the strip with the kids playin' Simon Says Tyron jumped a bridge, would you do the same? Same old shit, just another day I was in my head, feelin' dead, feelin' microwaved I was on the strip with the kids playin' Simon Says Tyron jumped a bridge, would you do the same? It always rains when it's sunny Never have too much money Always had the bum knee You will always be chubby (fat) If you suck in your tummy When you're staring at the mirror In your eyes you kill the flicker Serial killer What's a sandwich to a dinner? What's a feather to a mattress? What's a Punto to a Bimmer? What's an actor with no actress? What's a bedroom to a mansion? What's a bullet with no handgun? We want 'em all until we have 'em happier with rations Stone skimmers, daydreamers, nit pickers Misleaders, mistreat us Even though they need us Ike Tina's, fight sequence My demons pry feelings Die dreaming, no glass ceilings Try peeling back layers To find meaning Revealing what you're given is all you're needing Try breathing You might find freedom Instead of squeezing up your buttocks Tryna hold the shit it Same old shit, just another day (You know what I mean shitbag) I was in my head, feelin' dead, feelin' microwaved (Fucking shitbag) I was on the strip with the kids playin' Simon Says Tyron jumped a bridge, would you do the same? Same old shit, just another day I was in my head, feelin' dead, feelin' microwaved (Sweet one) I was on the strip with the kids playin' Simon Says Tyron jumped a bridge, would you do the same? (NHS, this one's for the NHS, yeah) Jack the lad, only happy when they clap (NHS) Good with the bad, I'm happy being sad Say less, why you stressed? Thinkin' what's next gonna make you depressed All the best shit's got scratches on the surface What's a flight without turbulence? A life without circumstance? Boxing without another stance? Country with no coat of arms? Estate with no dogs that bark? A club with no cunts who laugh at people tryna have a laugh? What's life if we all get along? No people tryna do you wrong? What's knickers without frilly thongs? Good music without silly songs? Abusers with no sober mums? Screaming, say you're doing wrong What's love without hate and stuff? Loyalty without no trust? Rick without Morty? Lil Wayne without codeine? A rapper without jewellery? Real person, surely? What's health without poorly? What's wealth without the poor, please? The world we're living in, I'm tryna give you reassurance Same old shit, just another day (Such a fucking happy song) I was in my head, feelin' dead, feelin' microwaved I was on the strip with the kids playin' Simon Says Tyron jumped a bridge, would you do the same? Same old shit, just another day I was in my head, feelin' dead, feelin' microwaved I was on the strip with the kids playin' Simon Says Tyron jumped a bridge, would you do the same? Same old shit, just another day (It's the same old shit) I was in my head, feelin' dead, feelin' microwaved I was on the strip with the kids playin' Simon Says Tyron jumped a bridge, would you do the same?
Writer(s): Samuel Lee Castillano, Joshua Frederick Kikonyogo, Kelvin Jacob Nii-aryee Krash, Kwesi Darko Obiri, Tyron Kaymone Frampton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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