Verse 1
Haven't got enough on the oyster to get to zone 3 player
So how do you expect to bust through the ozone layer
They cost lifes these f**ing cold roads
Year 9 is something like a crossroads
You could write an essay about the great gatsby
Or you and your esés spit about how great gats be
They know about the horrors but not the true scope
Sigh a couple time then back to the horrorscopes
Road man say I belong in that white world
But white boy here is asking for that white girl
Lay down your head oh
Don't worry where these hours go
Lay down your head oh
Take me where the sand man knows
We all change nothing really stays the same
I went from watching pinky and the brain
To pinky giving brain yeah
Listening to patrice oneil sermons
Saying I don't need to deal with this vermon
Yes I heard you man go
Finger on the pulse I'm so post morden
Postman pat delivers the results of your own post mortem
Mozzie is growing up so its on to the next
But this inner child just still wants to watch sonic x
We spend the night falling deeper into the depth
Talk about dream and nightmares in the same f**ing breath
(games of thrones clip)
Verse 2
Tell the girl im linking I can not tell a lie
I just have an inkling your out here seeing other guys
The way of this life I'm trying to dissect
They will burn this all down if they can rule what's left
Never left my side but now they hate one other
But even Michael once called statan brother
What im saying we all have the capacity for evil
I just hope I still believe in the humanity of people
Squeeze every story out until there is nothing left to tell
Foot on our necks until we want to rebel
And May not the destination of this couch
I just hope I always take the novel approach