Phresh Clique (UK) - Handlebars lyrics

[Verse 1: Hodson] Any stagnancy can't co-exist with a flow Rode that can*l boat life but boy I had no fuel for the fire Cos I burnt my rickety bridges all that's left is a tightrope That's right I'm taking every path down to the wire I'm still teeming with life Friday afternoons headed too soon back, a two month home s**s it out me right A thousand of one species and still I feel so alone Open neck shirts, flipcharts, several sips of water Word for word as predicted, good people saying what they 'oughta Everyone branded perfume, on lifeless bodies Even a slick man can't raise the dead in this place I'm sorry And now I'm thinking how everything that's lost I end up leaving And what's cost I end up thieving and inside I hear me screaming Cos i know I'm an undercurrent that's moving fast After three hours I rose and left a half empty gla** Now is not the time The day isn't ready the hour hasn't come Now is not the time For lions to pounce, gazelles to run [Hook: Hodson] Step up to the mark and arrive too soon kid Drawing all the curtains when it just turned noon kid Shout out to Porta, brother since 16 kid Joining in the clique and took us heights we ain't seen kid [Verse 2: Hodson] Sun's beating down and she's a scorched rose But she's living in a darkest night Got a heart like Tokyo when the day close And it breathes without daylight A younger brother wouldn't pull up to me an listen Offered him a limp hand to try and heal a schism Contributed to my own environment's division Giving to enslave like a state owned prison [Verse 3: Porter] So when I transgress, yes, now do I address The fact I'm a spiritial mess No it's not a simple yes I wanna speak in a way so that I can bless No but how can I confess When I'm green with envy like a leaf of cress And I think I'm the king like a piece in chess I need daily bread like my name is Tess And I'm steaming hot like a trouser press Now back on point, I guess I kinda digress I don't wanna leave faith to the work of guess So I'll pledge to the new world even less And I prey for the d**h of this pit of cess [Hook: Porter] Step up to the mark and arrive too soon kid Drawing all the curtains when it just turned noon kid Everybody knows that you can't handel it Can I get a hallelujah for one last time kid