Lyrics

[Verse 1] I gotta pardon you, what Tryna say life is a path to a box Am I guessing Armageddon just tarnished the rock Regardless it spins dance or plot Try heal the pain like Arnica does But when that don't, yeah, hard liquor does I said hard liquor does They say that the come down's part of the buzz It's self destructive at the heart of the rush We all want a person to love, person to trust, person to jump Over hurdles with us and I've found that person I'm certain its love, I ain't gonna stay searching Or yearning with lust, while clutching a pain that remains in my gut How can I do that? Brain would erupt Gotta live life till my frame won't budge How can I look down when I gotta aim up? Like jet planes heading into space from a crust Face of the man in the seat stays fearless Vacate the mainstream, stay with the realness Do this for life, no mistake I'm serious [Verse 2] Like a blade in the heart in the dark, put fear in us Creeping nearly, rearing near to us Breaths on my neck feel sheer mysterious Here's turned weird they can feel the eeriness Sound of the voiceless I dream they're hearing us, I dream they're here with an open ear for us Downed like vodka, things ain't as clear as it Yet I'm watching fearless, life's mysterious Holding tight to the wheel, that's steering it Ain't nuttin' like me, ain't nuttin' like you Cause everybody's different, gotta stay clued to the instincts We could all die in an instant, won't live life as a prisoner Rival the system, lips speak code on the phone That's wisdom, men are getting tapped like spliff ends Burning the candle at both ends drifting [Verse 3] So I'm pissed with the piff and a Rizla with griz in Missing the days when we were just kids and Man its all so far from this What happened to fun without drugs And how come everyone fucks but don't love And why man's gotta be acting unjust When they ain't nothing more than a man that just fronts Got the flows robust When I open it up cold blood thrown up On the road froze up no luck got stuck So what I'm cut like blunts with the punk No trust that's us clutch rough to the stuff That makes us fucked see facts face up In the rat race bruv, bust traps trace back To the place now dust, burnt down to the ground Whilst trying to build up