Lyrics

[Intro: Alfa Mist] Mmm, okay The next station is East Ham. This is a District Line train to Barking Cool [Verse 1: Alfa Mist] I was not prepared She called me a good person, I was like, "You lost me there" I got fam in foster care 'cause it wasn't my cross to bear Lots of prayers long distance, but life's not as fair For a child with a problem parent Not comparing or judging, not as caring Must have lost my bearings My vision is tunnel, I live in a bubble But living's enough, I've been in the struggle So I send Ps, but can't listen to troubles Forgive me, I love you, but I live a life paved with lies Every day, I say I'm fine, then lay awake at night Contemplating ways to fly, but then I stabilise I stay alive [Chorus: Alfa Mist] Take my time So they only see me in right state of mind We all rise and decline I don't want to live a life they designed Take my time So they only see me in right state of mind We all rise and decline [Verse 2: Lex Amor] Now, what do I owe? What do I give? Feel like Babylon owes me everything Bus stops in winter taught me all about a wish, darg Feeling, I been feeling things Demons here, I must've let a couple in Something for the cold Something for my questions marks, my yeses and my nos Is this everything I get? Spirit feeling it, but my mind a bloody mess Can't lie my guy, my mind a bloody mess tonight I think I hit the belly, mazza, mazza, what a mazza Wish someone would tell me I just woke up in a sweat Not much I can do to force a happy ever after I'ma pick the ink, swish my wrist, pray that it connects again I'm praying it connects Not sure what I'm doing here, been hoping for the best Still fidgeting and restless Consciously in awe of possibility and essence I just think I need a rest Would you please give me a sec'? Tonight, Jigga told me she believes the ends'll make amends Wish someone would tell me, I been fighting with this passa Whys, whens, and hows drowning out my father's "Yo" When I'm cold like everyone I know's known a mazza Praying Vim'll back it, but jacket's wither in the cold Should've known, dash my phone Let me lie down here in silence, man, I'm tired [Outro] The next station is—