I.S.H.
Frontin
Taxi
Get in
"'S'happenin?"
Ask him
"Album - how's it goin?"
He's just
Breathin
Nerves are
Showin
I'm just
Breathin
He made silence
Shit is mega
He made silence
Shit is mega
Who does that?
I'll tell you who fuckin does that
This fuckin taxi driver does that
The album he's been workin on for ages
Is just a silent car journey to my work
And meanwhile I'm just tryin to be vaguely threatenin and tortured and shit
OK
Yes
I shoot kids
Onto my t shirt
Continue to wear it like an impossible parent
Think you could tell if you stood adjacent
But I divert eyes
No, correction, I'm like a renegade, yeah
But I'm facin up to shit
No, really it's 'cause I can't fuckin stand lookin at you when I'm talkin to you
I think I've become quite unwell
Can't fuckin stand lookin at you
When I'm talkin to you
I think I've become quite unwell
Aw, it's all wrong
I just walked, pullin out my leaves
Fuckin finger glissin gates
And scuffin my feet
Saw them danglin 'neath a tree
Fuck, that was so mean
Make a note to myself to have a word with me
Own worst enemy, apparently
I know I won't change - radical honesty
Still i hate the weight of the inevitability
Anyway, you get the gist, it's a common theme
Hit 'em with the
Hit 'em with the
Hit 'em with the
Hit 'em with the
Hit 'em with the
Hit 'em with the
Hit 'em with the
Hit 'em with the
Hit 'em with the
Hit 'em with the
Pow papow pow
Taxi
Get in
"'S'happenin?"
Ask him
"Album - how's it goin?"
He's just
Breathin
Nerves are
Showin
I'm just
Breathin
He made silence
Shit is mega
He made silence
Shit is mega
Who does that?
I'll tell you who fuckin does that
This fuckin taxi driver does that
The album he's been workin on for ages
Is just a silent car journey to my work
And meanwhile I'm just tryin to be vaguely threatenin and tortured and shit
OK
Yes
I shoot kids
Onto my t shirt
Continue to wear it like an impossible parent
Think you could tell if you stood adjacent
But I divert eyes
No, correction, I'm like a renegade, yeah
But I'm facin up to shit
No, really it's 'cause I can't fuckin stand lookin at you when I'm talkin to you
I think I've become quite unwell
Can't fuckin stand lookin at you
When I'm talkin to you
I think I've become quite unwell
Aw, it's all wrong
I just walked, pullin out my leaves
Fuckin finger glissin gates
And scuffin my feet
Saw them danglin 'neath a tree
Fuck, that was so mean
Make a note to myself to have a word with me
Own worst enemy, apparently
I know I won't change - radical honesty
Still i hate the weight of the inevitability
Anyway, you get the gist, it's a common theme
Hit 'em with the
Hit 'em with the
Hit 'em with the
Hit 'em with the
Hit 'em with the
Hit 'em with the
Hit 'em with the
Hit 'em with the
Hit 'em with the
Hit 'em with the
Pow papow pow
Credits
Writer(s): Patrick Shand
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