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