Bad Song

Shit's not adding up
And I think that I've had enough
But not on the suicidal note
Just a final spiral note
Cut my final vital throat
Yuh
And they think I bluff
"Never had it rough"
Just wait for your vinyl scuff
When you think you got it down
Then you drink
Then you sound
Then you blink
None around
Then you sink
Then you drown

That happened to me
'Cept a girl was my hennesy
And I
Had a little bit of jealousy
And my
Old friends are my new enemies
It was an
Accidental legacy
Never thought it be the fucking death of me
Never thought it be the motherfucking death of me
Never thought it be the motherfucking death of me

'Cause I blinked and drowned
Not a single fuck around
Jumped the ship
Fuck this shit
Fronting bitch
YUH
'Cause I think it's down
Now I've got a single out
Running it
Lucky hit
Stunting rich
YUH
The sentiment, cleverist
Got the better of me
Now the pestilance rememberance
The settles of my cellary
The weather peppered, went the pressure
Far to measure
Fuck it, going off the record
Music is my venting pressure
Mother fucker



Credits
Writer(s): Patrick Fowler
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