Mic check
One two one two

I don’t believe in karma
Cause rich cunts can get away with murder
And charity workers themselves is facing hunger
We’re ran by fuckers
And all the protests don’t make a murmur

The pain comes crashing like waves
Waves in my mind
Give me one on the rocks
I pray
Pray that I’m fine

I don’t like rap
I just write
Can’t relate to rappers and all that shite
You wanting money
Wanting lights
I’m wanting kids and a faithful wife
Cocaine bars is lines they like
Looking in the mirror like that’s the life
But giros gone in one mad night
Didn’t plan it out and there go the lights
No leccy
But bought some bevvy
Sitting alone waiting for mates to text you
Fear in the news
Fame on the telly
Rage at machines but do what they tell you
So back on the bevvy
And shouting a lot is a silent help me
Shouting a lot is a silent help me

The pain comes crashing like waves
Waves in my mind
Give me one on the rocks
I pray
Pray that I’m fine

See I tried to succeed
Then I noticed don’t know what it means
Say the other side grass is more green
Well I guess I’m soap-bar
Polluted dreams
But when I sleep in my bed
A much better life goes round in my head
Fall in love
A brush with death
Then I wake up and words unsaid
Still no text
Too paranoid to even message my friends
I get out of bed
Clean up the empties and all that mess
I’m on the rocks
But then there’s a thought I thought I’d forgot
This is my making
I’m no doing the chasing
And its never too late to give it all you got

The pain comes crashing like waves
Waves in my mind
Give me one on the rocks
I pray
Pray that I’m fine