Nudge It
Gimme, gimme
Gimme, gimme
I been out playin' to this mindless abandon
This ropey idea about love and connection
Just stuck on silly ideas 'cause it's all you can cook
You fucking class tourist, you mix your social groups up
It's like you all stick together, a stronger edition
The non creatives on impact, you got no invention
Just stuck on silly ideas 'cause it's all you can cook
This kitchen's lookin' sketch
You mix your chopping boards up
Nudge it
You're just a mime that's spraying and praying on walls
And the after-effects are making my skin crawl
You're just a mime that's saying and playing sod-all
And the after-effects are making my skin crawl
I've been odd joked into a pool of inaction
It's all commercial game to plant the seeds of destruction
It's all a tired meeting in the end-of-world board
Ticking boxes with the subjects for political score
The kudos makes it go on top where he stays, and
The sequence of not being that close to his face, and
Just stuck on silly ideas 'cause this all you can do
Your car ain't got no brakes, it's just laughing at you
Nudge it
You're just a mime that's spraying and praying on walls
And the after-effects are making my skin crawl
You're just a mime that's saying and playing sod-all
And the after-effects are making my skin crawl
I can drop a lyric with no need to drop a name
I do it for the pleasure, the money and the fame
You're sayin' that you love it
I'm sayin' that you're lyin'
I been putting in the work but you're barely even tryin'
Stood outside an highrise
Tryin' to act like you gangsta
Stood outside an highrise
Tryin' to act like you gangsta
Stood outside an highrise
Tryin' to act like you gangsta
Stood outside an highrise
You're just a mime that's spraying and praying on walls
And the after-effects are making my skin crawl
You're just a mime that's saying and playing sod-all
And the after-effects are making my skin crawl
You're just a mime that's spraying and praying on walls
And the after-effects are making my skin crawl
You're just a mime that's saying and playing sod-all
And the after-effects are making my skin crawl
Gimme, gimme
I been out playin' to this mindless abandon
This ropey idea about love and connection
Just stuck on silly ideas 'cause it's all you can cook
You fucking class tourist, you mix your social groups up
It's like you all stick together, a stronger edition
The non creatives on impact, you got no invention
Just stuck on silly ideas 'cause it's all you can cook
This kitchen's lookin' sketch
You mix your chopping boards up
Nudge it
You're just a mime that's spraying and praying on walls
And the after-effects are making my skin crawl
You're just a mime that's saying and playing sod-all
And the after-effects are making my skin crawl
I've been odd joked into a pool of inaction
It's all commercial game to plant the seeds of destruction
It's all a tired meeting in the end-of-world board
Ticking boxes with the subjects for political score
The kudos makes it go on top where he stays, and
The sequence of not being that close to his face, and
Just stuck on silly ideas 'cause this all you can do
Your car ain't got no brakes, it's just laughing at you
Nudge it
You're just a mime that's spraying and praying on walls
And the after-effects are making my skin crawl
You're just a mime that's saying and playing sod-all
And the after-effects are making my skin crawl
I can drop a lyric with no need to drop a name
I do it for the pleasure, the money and the fame
You're sayin' that you love it
I'm sayin' that you're lyin'
I been putting in the work but you're barely even tryin'
Stood outside an highrise
Tryin' to act like you gangsta
Stood outside an highrise
Tryin' to act like you gangsta
Stood outside an highrise
Tryin' to act like you gangsta
Stood outside an highrise
You're just a mime that's spraying and praying on walls
And the after-effects are making my skin crawl
You're just a mime that's saying and playing sod-all
And the after-effects are making my skin crawl
You're just a mime that's spraying and praying on walls
And the after-effects are making my skin crawl
You're just a mime that's saying and playing sod-all
And the after-effects are making my skin crawl
Credits
Writer(s): Amy Louise Taylor, Jason Williamson, Andrew Robert Fearn
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