High scores, got 'em all, plus a few assists
Out your league, so fatigued, still refuse to quit
Pure West beats, throwing parties with the Super Kick
Big things brewing, pour me a brew, nailed to the Brucifix
I heard home is where the heart its
Head like a hole, my dome is where the art is
Who's that fella looking homeless? Eeyare, I swear it's Martin
I never beg your pardon, hang your kegs in the garden, huh
Smoking ched with the squadron
Intrusive thoughts in my head, I do my best to dodge 'em
Love to my people struggling, life can be a harsh one
Me? I got the juice by the keg, not the carton
Don't put me in a box, nah, I won't do the David Blaine
Flowers with the heavy pet, I must say it's my favourite name
Flowers from every set, you think I made a daisy chain
PLI won't cover me 'cause I leave every stage in flames
Hitler Wears Hermes, they won't ever save his brain
Major waves from mine, sharper than a razorblade
Progress elusive, every day stays the same
Without the right coins, it's impossible to make a change
I'm counting mine but, I aren't in a ska band
This concrete jungle's foul and everybody can't be Tarzan, nah
Yeah I was living great in March man
Clients overdosing, didn't have to use the Narcan
Hammering the point home, you can use my arm and
Gather the ingredients, just throw 'em in a large pan
And shout your order to the barman
I'm literally Ryan Gosling, living in La La Land, huh
Swallow my pride? Nah I'd rather choke on it
You can kiss my arse and after that, blow smoke up it
Is this guy a genius, or is he just a total prick?
Art or artifical? Is it something that he's joking with?
Mate I was twagging school just to train as a vocalist
Yeah my band was shit but fuck it though, we made the most of it
My name Christened from the Bolsheviks
I don't do local trips, get over it, at least the quota's hit
Sucker for a pretty face, but the truth is ugly
Desparate times calls for desparate measures when you get hungry
We all put ourselves through Hell, but the abuse is lovely
Body twisted up, getting battered like I'm doing rugby
At Uncle Derek's sitting on fifty acres
Leccy on the fiddle courtesy of my shifty neighbours
Reminsicing on better times, I'm a history major
Smiles all round, when I'm staring at this screensaver
Taste what he's brewing, couldn't find a heavier tourer
Legends on my resume and more I'm tryn get on support for
Hit my line and I'll come set the levels before 'em
And nine times out of ten, I'm the better performer
I walk the walk, packing all the shit I need to talk
Menace to society, with poems packed for Ethan Hawke
Me versus them? Never that, nah, we're cheese and chalk
I'm more sicker, something sycamore, causing me to bork
A brick of raw, all over this beat when I release the cork
Welcome to the lifestyle of the unseen and poor
They love the aesthetic, shit gets real? Just be speeding off
Like Summer 2020 when you heard somebody sneeze and cough
Fat lady singing, got the front row crying
Performance flawless, looking gorgeous, pure stunned whole time
And I bet you couldn't comprehend along those lines
But I know, if Sun don't shine, if son don't shine