(feat. Amy Taylor) (Give me, give me) (Give me, give me) I've been out playing to this mindless abandon This ropey idea about love and connection Just stuck on silly ideas 'cause it's all you can cook You fu*king class tourist, you mix your social groups up It's like you all stick together, a stronger edition The non-creatives on impact, you got no invention Just stuck on silly ideas 'cause it's all you can cook This kitchen's lookin' sketch, you mix your chopping boards up Nudge it You're just a mime that's spraying and praying on walls And the after-effects are making my skin crawl You're just a mime that's saying and playing sod-all And the after-effects are making my skin crawl I've been odd joked into a pool of inaction It's all commercial game to plant the seeds of destruction It's all a tired meeting in the MOR board Ticking boxes with the subjects for political score The kudos makes it go on top where he stays, and The sequence of not being that close to his face, and Just stuck on silly ideas 'cause it's all you can do Your car ain't got no brakes, it's just laughing at you Nudge it You're just a mime that's spraying and praying on walls And the after-effects are making my skin crawl You're just a mime that's saying and playing sod-all And the after-effects are making my skin crawl I can drop a lyric when I need to drop a name I do it for the pleasure, the money and the fame You're saying that you love it, I'm saying that you're lying I've been putting in the work but you're barely even trying Stood outside an high rise trying to act like a gangster Stood outside an high rise trying to act like a gangster Stood outside an high rise trying to act like a gangster Stood outside an high rise... You're just a mime that's spraying and praying on walls And the after-effects are making my skin crawl You're just a mime that's saying and playing sod-all And the after-effects are making my skin crawl