Drapht, Brendan Welch - Odds lyrics

Not taking calls today
Should I let nature take it's course
Yeah of course I wanna stay another day
But another course of chemo is underway
Most days I feel it's killing
Me instead of healing me
Yeah, and what would I know
Looking what I've done to me
Searching for comfort in
Sourthern comfort and
My shirt's covered in that red wine
Self induced bed time
Days of Lazy Grey and Len One
Yo, is this the final come down
From years of drug abuse and
Hanging round the wrong crowd
I got a son now that I love to death
And his mother I still love her too
Put her through so much stress
Go d let my sins wash away
Washed up in this hospice
I found you but I lost my faith
I found God but at what cost
What a fucking waste
Sorry God I'm in a lot of pain
From these tumours in my front and back
Yo, while my son is running
Laps around my bed
Death is like a lumberjack with
Axe up to my legs
I'm waking up with Dracula on my wrist
Take my blood, run these tests
They say take these drugs, forget about this
It's all about my son and watching him grow
I tell him that I'll be
There but everybody knows they know that

Odds aren't in my favour
In my favour in my favour
Odds aren't in my favour
In my favour in my favour

I still feel okay mentally
Just don't understand why they all wanna
Be friends with me now though
The shows can't go no more
'Cause they don't respect my comfort
Zone and I'm photobombed
And before this, before I was sick
You even give a shit? Bet I
Was up in your hated list
Daz and Layla are my real crew, I love them
The other day Layla came and brought me soup
It was so mad dazza brought the MPC
And I got a track with OPT, Draphto
Mortar and me
You see I'm still writing everyday in here
Working on kings collide with
Friends up in Australia
The Hoods are up in here
I'm proud to call 'em fam
I've been to every show
Friends but I'm a bigger fan
Damn, crew are doing dry july because of me
Hope they didn't read the rant on
Twitter when I was on morphine
Ouch, I've been through couch to couch
In this corridor it's impossible
To get comfortable, and now
It's fucking midnight in this hospice
Leaving here alive is like spotting the
Loch Ness Monster up in Scotland
It's a wives tale
It happens but not that often
Is it too late to pray for
Life and read the Gospel?
SBX, YCK with Marley Bear I trust you
If I don't wake tonight
Always know I love you

Odds aren't in my in my favour odds aren't
In my in my favour

Odds aren't in my favour
In my favour in my favour
Odds aren't in my favour
In my favour in my favour
Odds aren't in my favour
In my favour in my favour
Odds aren't in my favour
In my favour in my favour