Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Degs
Degs
Performer
Evil B
Evil B
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Evil B
Evil B
Songwriter
Andrew Davies
Andrew Davies
Songwriter
David Waghorn
David Waghorn
Songwriter
James Barbe
James Barbe
Songwriter
Richard Oliver Clements
Richard Oliver Clements
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
David Waghorn
David Waghorn
Producer
Richard Oliver Clements
Richard Oliver Clements
Producer

Lyrics

Last night I felt anti
Ten shots of that Brandy
Rough week on this cold Earth
Fucked up, I'm on plan B
Mad weight on my shoulders
Cognac, it's so handy
Still I know I wanna feel alive
So I ain't callin' no banshee
No prisoners, no barricades and no walls
Ain't living life with them impediments
Don't resonate with them rules
No fakery, no demagogues, no idiots and no fools
I'm so bored of these charlatans
When their benefits are so small
Switchblade, gimme the track
Give 'em a skin fade, eclipse phase
Finishing move, tell 'em how king's made
You see a man on a throne
I see a man who climbed over stone
Persevered for the gold
"What gold do you speak of?" Said the blind man
Said the shine from the diamonds never seen by his eyes can
You explain to me how these jewels came to be
With no sight, the value of what you're wearing has no reach
Well let me teach you blind man and your lack of vision
I made a decision to break out of this prison
I was contained by the jealousy, hatred and pain
They told me I couldn't escape, again and again, no
But this will of mine, they clocked it, it's killing time
The jewels that I speak of are hidden to all you Philistines
You can't see the journey, therefore you can't see the jewels
I'm breaking free but to you, I'm just breaking the rules
Last night I felt anti
Ten shots of that Brandy
Rough week on this cold Earth
Fucked up, I'm on plan B
Mad weight on my shoulders
Cognac, it's so handy
Still I know I wanna feel alive
So I ain't calling no banshee
No prisoners, no barricades and no walls
Ain't living life with them impediments
Don't resonate with them rules
No fakery, no demagogues, no idiots and no fools
I'm so bored of these charlatans
When their benefits are so small
Some days I ain't smiling, no
'Cause some days I ain't firing
Stay resolute, so when I take a break
I never see the block in my writing
Own lane that I carved out
My own wave that I'm riding
Reflective now and when I'm looking back
I never need the gold that they're hiding
When I peered around, I saw nothing
Bullshit, I ain't buying
And I ain't talking 'bout evil (Yeah)
His moves are inspiring
And that's something about realness
Instead of people just hyping
Navigating in a world of fakes
The quality it's declining
Last night I felt anti
Ten shots of that Brandy, yeah
Rough week on this cold Earth
Fucked up, I'm on plan B
Mad weight on my shoulders
Cognac, it's so handy
Still I know I wanna feel alive
So I ain't calling no banshee
No prisoners, no barricades and no walls
Ain't living life with them impediments
Don't resonate with them rules
No fakery, no demagogues, no idiots and no fools
I'm so bored of these charlatans
When their benefits are so small
Written by: Andrew Davies, David Waghorn, Evil B, Richard Oliver Clements
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out

Loading...