2 Fuckups

Two Fuckups go to Cowley Rd
Two Fuckups go to Cowley Rd
Two Fuckups go to Cowley Rd
Two Fuckups go to
(Wait, where?)

Two fuckups go to Cowley Road!
Ready the stage for the daze craze
Fuck this land and this government
Witness my hate beat your fake rage

I saw my own body layin...
Glass is glowin' in the grass
Blood in my eyes and my mouth
And the window is broken again

I trusted you to the heart
You broke it, you made it hard
I was told I could accomplish the dreams
That were planted inside me on the first fuck!

But widow is stuck in my head,
And the window is stuck in my brain
I think I'm going insane,
Hearing you calling my name

Cause I'm scared of these eyes and of others realising
The sins that they store in their core feeds the crying,
But fuck your forced face that you fake for yourself
When inflating the future you failed to fulfil
Motherfuckeeeer

I pack my suitcase with the tears
I cried the day my baby took my soul
And now she's comin' back four more
And I shout out
Yeaaaaaaaaaaah!
Come n' cop from my venom, yeaaaah!

Deep they want us back
But after all they're still attached
I remember when they used to
Condescend me for my tracks
You had more than twenty years to look at me
And when you finally look at me
I'm blinded by your phone
Yo, bitch, turn off the fucking flash

Pick a side
Where you goin'?
Before I fall asleep
Pick a side
Where you goin'?
Before I fall asleep
I'm still talking to these snakes
I spit em' melanin
They sleepin' on me they snore a lot
They ain't praying for us, fuck a reverend
Like damn!
(Damn)

Damn it, it feels sweet
There's pain on they clay on my feet
Momma don't weep
Pick a side
Where you goin'?
Before I fall asleep
Pick a side
Where you goin'?
Before I fall asleep...

("No pretendo ocupar
El cien porciento de tu tiempo
Simplemente escúchame
Cuando creas sentir lo que siento
Pero tenlo por seguro
Que voy a seguir cantando
Hasta que el ciento porciento del tiempo
Alguien me esté escuchando!")

'Gnite your fire, all right
Bite your lie on sight
Fight your fight outside
Try or cry you'll die
Mind your mind, too dry
Bind your sacred shine
Fly your flight from far
Clash or crash, you're alive

Fuck it I hop on a plane, si!
Cowley airlines, si! Crash!
The whip, john wayne!
Sitting with a granny on third class
Woman's gonna know my name
(My name)
The pilot's gonna know my name
(My name)
Bitch, wait, si!
Avui la barna avantguardista s'exposa la tate
Hey bitch, you're late!

These rappers keep gettin' offended
So I might get banned
Y tu niña me quiere de vuelta
No me cae muy bien
Lost calls when I land
Lost calls when I land
The trip comes with a price
Two slaps in the face of your fans, bitch!

The pilot's gonna know my name
The pilot's gonna know my name
I'm tracking the mileage
This speed is gonna make me faint
I'm driven like fucking cocaine
I'm fallin' I'm fallin'
I'm fallin' in love with the pain
The thunder the storm and the rain
I'm ballin' I'm ballin'
The pilot's gonna know my name
The pilot's gonna know my name
I'm fallin' I'm fallin' I'm

Two Fuckups go to Cowley Rd
Two Fuckups go to Cowley Rd
Two Fuckups go to Cowley Rd
Two Fuckups go to Cowley!

(It's in oxford, motherfuckers)