Uptight
Strobe light
I find that LEDs are too bright
Does that make me uptight?
Not liking messing with the strobe light
Being seen in plain sight
That's why I'm afraid of the day light
I just think it's not right
Guess that makes me uptight
And there's a long queue
Only going cos I felt I should do
Have I grown cold
Seven quid a pint yeah that's a rip off
God I feel old
Twenty four complaining it's a shithole
It's only fucking midnight, only selling Bud Light
So I'm on the bus home
I resist the pressure, not losing my tether
Just don't want to be there
It's only fucking midnight, they're all out of Red Stripe
So I'm on the bus home
Feel the pressure take hold, nearly halfway back home
Don't mind being all alone
S-H-I-T hole
Now I'm on the bus home, oh its going so fast
My phone's blowing up, friends are trying to get me back
Oh it's getting so late, now I start to contemplate
What everyone is gonna say, what everyone is gonna say
God I feel old
Twenty four complaining 'bout the FOMO
Back into the strobe light
Come on you can tell me
Am I uptight?
It's only fucking midnight, only selling Bud Light
So I'm on the bus home
I resist the pressure, not losing my tether
Just don't want to be there
It's only fucking midnight, they're all out of Red Stripe
So I'm on the bus home
Feel the pressure take hold, nearly halfway back home
Don't mind being all alone
S-H-I-T hole
I find that LEDs are too bright
Does that make me uptight?
Not liking messing with the strobe light
Being seen in plain sight
That's why I'm afraid of the day light
I just think it's not right
Guess that makes me uptight
And there's a long queue
Only going cos I felt I should do
Have I grown cold
Seven quid a pint yeah that's a rip off
God I feel old
Twenty four complaining it's a shithole
It's only fucking midnight, only selling Bud Light
So I'm on the bus home
I resist the pressure, not losing my tether
Just don't want to be there
It's only fucking midnight, they're all out of Red Stripe
So I'm on the bus home
Feel the pressure take hold, nearly halfway back home
Don't mind being all alone
S-H-I-T hole
Now I'm on the bus home, oh its going so fast
My phone's blowing up, friends are trying to get me back
Oh it's getting so late, now I start to contemplate
What everyone is gonna say, what everyone is gonna say
God I feel old
Twenty four complaining 'bout the FOMO
Back into the strobe light
Come on you can tell me
Am I uptight?
It's only fucking midnight, only selling Bud Light
So I'm on the bus home
I resist the pressure, not losing my tether
Just don't want to be there
It's only fucking midnight, they're all out of Red Stripe
So I'm on the bus home
Feel the pressure take hold, nearly halfway back home
Don't mind being all alone
S-H-I-T hole
Credits
Writer(s): Will Harrison, Bill Griffin, Lois Kelly, Conor Kearney, Dan Hearn, Barn Pepin
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