Intro:
I'm gonna have a lonely future
A lonely future
Gonna have a lonely future
But I'm my own saviour, son
Verse 1:
I believe it's long-headed to be going sole
My attachments echo lowered boats
If they didn't, trust me, I'd be so morose
I'd continually recognise that loathly foe
Factually, I'm so real, tell me how many records be low on soul?
I was engulfed in the conditioned mind like most, you know
I never thought that my conception was wholly false
I once thought it was imperative for blokes to poke
Conjure up iron in damp, a scorching holt
Dusky clouds on the horizon or a bone dry rose
When I became 24, the oil lost tone
But The Ignored Gender's video evolved my chords
Believe me, like the Morse code, I felt jolly old
For me, society's a glove that's boxy, bro
Nobody has the right to tell me what road to go
Chorus:
Used to worry 'bout my fate, I was well lamb-like
'Cause of the sentiments of those who are pressurised
I thank Kevin for incandescing light
It's like fretting 'bout the sun setting every night
Used to worry 'bout my age, I was well lamb-like
They say: ''Do this, do that 'fore you're 25.''
I thank Kevin, he's evidently right
It's like fretting 'bout the sun setting every night
Break Part [Kevin Tang:]
You know, you don't need anyone's approval to be who you are
And if people are judging you, they wouldn't make good friends or family anyways
So, uh, you know, just remove those people from your life
And if that means being alone, you know, there's nothing wrong with that at all
Verse 2:
Now, imagine if I had went to Europeanised Αθήνα, and I got to know a frail
As a result of consummate demonic adulation, I would noticeably go off the rails
London is a dump, and by Hellenes, life is supposed to be the antipode of hell
I was alerted by a multitude of people that I'd seemingly be on top of the world
But if females there say: ''What's your best type of s**?'' That proves their brains ain't got no cells
Why shouldn't every single man accept and move on if there's no noble girls?
Who wants someone that can't be upfront or even save them sodding self?
I need a zillion plays for my dispirited mates, not renown and loadsa gelt
Chorus:
Used to worry 'bout my fate, I was well lamb-like
'Cause of the sentiments of those who are pressurised
I thank Kevin for incandescing light
It's like fretting 'bout the sun setting every night
Used to worry 'bout my age, I was well lamb-like
They say: ''Do this, do that 'fore you're 25.''
I thank Kevin, he's evidently right
It's like fretting 'bout the sun setting every night
Verse 3:
For some to make out that outsiders don't fit in with chavs is like getting a crippled man to climb a brick wall
I've parted company with a heterogeneity of people 'cause they're not like-minded at all
They should acknowledge the fact I ain't a chauvinist rat that's been pressured into grinding the who*es
I'm contrary to the undivided hip-hop field, yet I'm told I need to rhyme with the frauds
Image a level with people in Scribblenauts, now, what would you write Minotaur for?
How many don't bring porky pies to the table? Tell me how many fight for my cause?
My purpose on this planet is to occupy the hive with my force and give off light with my torch
In other words, give strength to my misanthropes, they don't need to be environed by claws
Chorus:
Used to worry 'bout my fate, I was well lamb-like
'Cause of the sentiments of those who are pressurised
I thank Kevin for incandescing light
It's like fretting 'bout the sun setting every night
Used to worry 'bout my age, I was well lamb-like
They say: ''Do this, do that 'fore you're 25.''
I thank Kevin, he's evidently right
It's like fretting 'bout the sun setting every night