Tom Scott - 365 lyrics

Intro: [REMI] We are gonna get to the sunshine We are We are gonna get to the sunshine We are [Verse 1: REMI] I just woke up somewhere on the north-side On a couch I don't recognise Man, I really wish I had foresight I had so many gla**es last night I've still got four eyes And its like the fourth time in half a fortnight I really need to sort my sh** out Thoughts I'm suppressing of hurt are suppressing my work Yeah depressions the worst Need to focus on what's at stake Should be fearful If I don't nail this music then my careers through I'm back selling jeans, parents giving me earfuls "Get a real job like all of your peers do They're probably watching you fail Through the rear-view Of their BMW wearing a cashmere suit We know you don't really give a f** what other kids do But your a man now and those other kids grew You didn't" Thanks mum Finish my monologue Go downstairs hit the loo for after Grog-n-bog Raid the fridge Rekorderlig is my hair of the dog Then hit the streets and see my brother Tom Scott And it's all love [Chorus: REMI] We are gonna get to the sunshine We are We are gonna get to the sunshine We are [Verse 2: Tom Scott] I bought that sh** knowing damn well I can't afford the sh** Snorted all of it and ordered more of it I'm poor as sh** now I'm talking sh** now How I'm gonna sort this sh** out one of these days like I'm on some Mormon sh** But when you always on tour and sh** All that sh** doesn't really stick You can always get more of it Before you even thought of it Someone's sorted it out now And pouring it out and its pure as sh** sh** was lit til the sun hit the morning with the light Like a vampire and now I'm falling with the moon Feeling like a huge piece of walking sh** I even blew the twenty that I was using to snort the sh** What's the point? What's it all about? Is it nothing more to this life than a walk to the grave Another day, nothing change But the store selling coffee on my street Where the pub was before I was walking past there heading for the court to Chuck a ball in the hoop just for the sport Stuck up in the skin I wore From the night before Pour all of my endorphins for Pure euphoria and reality just kicked in Feeling like the piece of sh** that I just slipped in But just in time heard somebody called *Bruv* Looked up What the f**, saw enough It's all love Chorus: [REMI] We are gonna get to the sunshine We are We are gonna get to the sunshine We are