Conqrète

Arseholes
Bastards
Fucking
Cunts and...

In a trance I exit the rave
Boys'll never behave
Texting teaching slavery
Knives replacing bravery
Shit's grey not savoury
Get laid then label me
Post Genre
Hot like cuppa tea
I'm PG tipped
To be crowned like queen
On currency...
Currently...
We raised in Hell's state
Of mind out of date
Ripe as old grape
We wine down and wait
For time to rate my face from
One to eight
Before I take my life in
Ten
(Nine) now
(Eight) every
(Seven) sui
(Six) sense
(Five) ferments
(Four) fat
(Three) tablets
(Two) touch
(One) omni-presence

Presents itself to me
Alone in bed I breathe
Heavy with the leaves
Naked as a tree
Shade
Only cast at see you empty (C U N T)
Vessel of a man
Dull happy Capi-tan

We got a stiffer up lip than Michael Caine
Disowning oaths and moaning 'bout the rain
Hampstead decay delayed too(th) floss my moody chain
Chain of fools...
Brits live to fight another day
Shift gear sniff gear never pay
We never do what you say
You make up a lie mask 'til we die
We're bored of Lord and forced praise
(you) raise up lies to hide hate
'cause she never do what he says
Mile high emo(tionally) dry

(so i)
Roll J's
Solo ok
Zion
My one complaint
Why on
Earth do I feel
Empty
Like stolen milk
You think and sink
Cava like lava
When car's on the blink

Grey shades
Decays (decades)
Under me
Ten years
Of gum
Stuck to me
Inside my conqrète grave
I masturbate to my fate
Wait
Make sure I mature? ...Nah man
Why rack up that hangman angst
That rank tighty whitey skank
Just to sniff off stiff mare
"Mmm
Yes sir
Me first
Lips pursed
(please) disperse
And jerk my arse against the grass
With your thumb against the glass"
(...until) that internal fidget it
Echoes under ribs
Hand's shake nerves during fibs

Oi oi oi oi
Oi oi oi oi
Oi oi oi oi
Oi oi oi oi

They borrow christ at mass
Then gift regret in fear guilt-wrapped
Too bleak too broke to admit
That they're proud that their shoes don't fit
Obnoxious thought the world
Had always been ending
That's then forgotten in trend's sin
As they do nothing for days

Plug in plug away
No more medicate
Plug in plug away
With paracetamol
Plug in plug away
Take the pain away
With me myself Withnail and I
And also with you

It's sad but I overstand it
The physical aren't who damn near
Give a fuck when handing
Arse to mouth
Can't stand
It's sad but I overstand it
No way they planned it
Is what it is its candid
(...to make) nothing out of something

Thump him
Dump him
Pick him up and gut him
Starved her heart for after
I'm a desert
You starter
Carved up
With banana
A charmer 'til pajama drama
Turns to karma
Hard barter with the guarda
After half a
Lager
Me know not
The answer
But spit 'nough like a llama
To innovate and conquer



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Writer(s): Izambard
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