Testo Hit By A Train

Pissing me off
Two fingers up
Crush down rocks
Salt bae in my cup
Dreamt I was rich
Clock woke me up
Checking my post
P45 ain’t come Girlfriend nags
Keep leaving lights on
Electric bill getting bad
Seeing my nan
Train to southend
Picking cigarettes out the sand
Pick me ups minimum wage
Run late yeah I'm still sick of this phase
Picking my brain yeah
Bin men picking up needles on the estate
And you wanna wear needles floss
Don’t know where I’m at but I’m feeling lost
And I’m feeling hurt
Declining credit, rising hems on skirts
In a zip car Yeah it’s not my day
Scratched my rim on the curb
Ain’t got scratch ain’t got no service
So I don’t know if the phone rung back
Slinging my hat sling something else
Tanita tanita my head on the scales
Cats line up tia tamera 2 dark
No one selling seashells
Nothing to chase
Sit round smoke weed do nothing today
Fifa fifa
Pub toilets, packets, and geezers
Que gotta wait
Job search meeting moving the date
Big grin smiley face on my plate
Throwing my stomach rearranging
Head feels strange
And it’s only getting stranger

Silver spoon got rust
Residue on me got dust
Know I’m wrong but don’t give a fuck
Head feel like hell waking up
Wake me up never not late
Cobwebs in my brain
New day still feel the same
Feel like I got hit by a train
Silver spoon got rust
Residue on me got dust
Know I’m wrong but don’t give a fuck
Head feel like hell waking up
Wake me up never not late
Cobwebs in my brain
New day still feel the same
Feel like I got hit by a train

Missed the bus
See it speed it off
Bus drivers a cunt
Takes one to know one
Furlough lows and highs
Mums in so I can’t smoke inside
Got a smokers cough
Skip college ain’t asher roth
I 2’s rothy blues
Die anyway what I got to lose
New day one loop getting hitting snooze
Loose change in pocket
Chase ice creams vans
Knockdown ginger I keep knocking
New bond street
Eyeing up roleys
Shop windows I get lost in
Try and be what everyone wants
Make everyone happy
Switching everything off
Now everything’s wrong
And you stand outside till everything’s gone
Trackies fruit of the loom
Doom pray my payment come soon
Bad way from k spoons
High road hide my face from the goons
Electric scooters scoot past
Rack in the red lion toilet urinal nasty
Say feel I feel nothing hardly
Feeling the rush from the tip of the car key
I feel like leaving
Hear somebody knocking
Must be the waitress cleaning
So I smile, face in the mirror
Facing these demons
Pub closed and I should be home
Work in am quick change clothes
Threw up on the train on my way
Letters with red letters on in my home

Silver spoon got rust
Residue on me got dust
Know I’m wrong but don’t give a fuck
Head feel like hell waking up
Wake me up never not late
Cobwebs in my brain
New day still feel the same
Feel like I got hit by a train
Silver spoon got rust
Residue on me got dust
Know I’m wrong but don’t give a fuck
Head feel like hell waking up
Wake me up never not late
Cobwebs in my brain
New day still feel the same
Feel like I got hit by a train