Rewind a bit and flit to where I'm pissed and I allowed this shit
discovered the sidewinders that can slide a bit by the lip and hip but now I'm out of it
the loop - I might just sit down and pray tell all to all the futures looking for the fucking proof but won't amount to it
They can't the numbers don't add up and all the numbness and the fungus rot the foot and sense among us, they brung us a fall and flung us up over a wall but then trample our corpses an all?!
Now that's just being overthrown by overblown industry types spouting hype out and calling time out like "stop the fight now"
he'd overgrown the normal folks or so he thought you know before he'd left the road he'd grown up on and won't admit to know ya know
his self importance man I know for one is awkward judging me at 41 with no mortgage - my poor kids?
to me it's it's not important cos I flat out can't afford it mate my rate of pay is awful thanks to you you fucking torment I'm a pauper.

Calling all cars on Mars open all bars, we're talking all stars in Gutters on guitars.

- I guess you've sort a been walking round with a broken dream
and I guess you thought you'd seen a man and he's been focusing
on all the elements you'd felt obliged to but ill advised who quotes Kodaline and winks an eye and try's to ply the room?
With either an "I'm in the big time" or "only I can do what I can do, and if I was you I'd leave it up to me and sign the line it's all cucucachu..."
But a room with a view is the loneliest tomb for a fool who's ridiculed it's pitiful
Let's get this straight in man I love the music and creating it repels the pain and mind state and beats them medicating
But if i think you're getting close to encroaching or open palm poking potential openings in the road and become a fork in the side of folk pulling the wool over and talking anecdotes of you and bags of coke and how you had em all then I'll go animal and bounce your head off the wall cos there ain't no fucking way man that you're taking control, it's a brawl and that's all...
I give a fuck if that offends ya, I'm too old for trend agendas I'm not pliable or bending
my soul is barely intact at the end - but it's loosely tethered to the pride that I've packed tightly inside and that might be a lie but you know what? I'd be highly surprised if Id be swayed cause inside I've finalised my mind and eyes
where I consider success there is much less eyes
Not this fame obsessed fuck-fest - I never applied for that did I?!

I understand this hand me down nature of the underground
and what is found is more about the sound and less about the pound
Begat man now I'm cool with that - in fact it suits me to a me to a tea
- Fuck these marketing deceits it's all about the beats
And all about the rhymes I love completely and immortalised
Refuse to play this game of fame or drop a name to polarise
Or name drop to cauterise the wounds you get from all the lies
You tell em all to open eyes swallow pride and vocalise
Now form a line - so they're primed for the rollover
This glory hunter stalking lonely holes to fuck em over
It's now the starting of the art attack imparting that skewed view on the youth like you've an almanac and pull man back and you and the ruthless fucking ruined the proof voodoo'n and pursuing subduing the truth and laughing at the Q & A
Waving like your name'll fucking pave the way
Your DNA is all blagged handshakes and cabaret
Init mate!

Calling all cars on Mars open all bars, we're talking all stars in Gutters on guitars.