[Verse 1]
Yo up the throttle
Might’ve saw us drinking hot sauce out the bottle
All our posts promo, I’m smug and perfectly selfish
Peep the dream merchant who’s grown allergic to shellfish
Hands is all callus from gathering up placebo
If I’m not napping, I’m probably battling evil
Backstage you could find you a hotshot
Find there’s something in common, making Ramen in a crock pot
Ya, don’t tempt me
Facing Armageddon where the people don’t get me
Labelled as a traitor, helping strangers change tyres
Soon as I’m deceased, someone will break the ceasefire
What’s my way to pay penance?
Mean it then I said it in an incomplete sentence
Yo, I’m a needy guy
I make a really seedy sweetie pie
Now, that’s light work
I’d never flinch when doctors used to tell me that it might hurt
I’d never flinch when it did, how many shifts
To get some shit in the fridge? I barely exist
I kick a style, that’s a way to file grievance
Now sweat how I reacted, I was distracted by a cleavage
My inner circle’s all heathens
(Breathing)
I’ll meet on a snow capped mountain
Back away slowly from the coloured-only fountain
But I don’t get upset
I kick a hole in the speaker, pull the mic then I jet
Hopefully in the exit row before I disappear to Mexico
Beg your pardon, it’d be hard to make an entrance so bombarded by the X and O
Nowadays I hold a lot of music back
I’m not really used to that
On the fringes of my binges and my purges
I’m lost on an excursion where I can’t control my urges
Posted up under a beautiful sunset
Pointing at the Provence I’m inviting you to come get
There’ll be bread made from bananas if my nana’s home
Take a picture with a ladder and a camera phone
Just in case you don’t know everything
Here’s both halves of what’s the haps, got a knack of making heaven sing
Demonstrations for a suitable sum
By the way your top and bottom’s looking beautiful, one