Lunar C, Shizz McNaughty - Square One lyrics
[Lunar C, Shizz McNaughty - Square One lyrics]
Lunar C big Shizz
When I fall down flat on my face
Just pick myself up and be back on my way
Why are the odds never stacked in my favour?
Only so many times I can laugh off the pain
Take my cash, take the clothes off my back
Take the air from my lungs, leave me laughing
Put me back at square one
No backup plan, I'm living day-to day
I swear all I have is my word
I've got nothing left to swear on
When raindrops fall on your
Busted up scuffed kicks
All you hope for is a place to get dry
Living one day at a time
It's a good way to survive
But without a plan I feel like
I'm just wasting my life
Back at square one and it's all too familiar
Giving everything I have and it's not enough
And I'm sick of new
Problems always popping up
Every time I start to relax or
Think I've got it sussed
Brave face but it feels quite daunting
When all your energy has been and gone
'Cause, I've been walking round in
My boxers all morning shouting 'Fuck it
I don't even need that job!'
Giving five days a week of
My life away from peanuts
Tryna save my P's up and find a way to re-up
'Cause you can go outside
Feel the heat and hear the bees buzz
Or sit indoors and judge the weather
By the way the trees look
When I fall down flat on my face
Just pick myself up and be back on my way
Why are the odds never stacked in my favour?
Only so many times I can laugh off the pain
Take my cash, take the clothes off my back
Take the air from my lungs, leave me laughing
Put me back at square one
No backup plan, I'm living day-to day
I swear all I have is my word
I've got nothing left to swear on
These dudes have gotta be shitting me
'cause I've been getting bit
Sedatives lowering my blood pressure
Like a severed wrist
So my soul told me not to quit my day job
I told him I don't have an option
I got laid off
Sitting on my ones, staring at the clock
I watch the minutes as they come and go
Just twiddling my thumbs
Is this what I've become
Another simple-minded dunce?
Just pissing away my prospects and
Living like a bum getting stoned
Watching old episodes of The Simpsons
That I've probably seen before but
I never noticed the difference
Got serotonin deficiency
Everybody round her ends up
Broke or in prison
It's set in stone, it's tradition
Making money off the books like a author
I think my life needs some kind of order
I think about a problem for too
Long and don't act on it
Suffering from over-analysis paralysis
When I fall down flat on my face
Just pick myself up and be back on my way
Why are the odds never stacked in my favour?
Only so many times I can laugh off the pain
Take my cash, take the clothes off my back
Take the air from my lungs, leave me laughing
Put me back at square one
No backup plan, I'm living day-to day
I swear all I have is my word
I've got nothing left to swear on
Uh, this zoobie is hitting the brain
So I light it up and smoke and hit it again
I'm smiling but living in pain
My brother's on license so after that is
Past him getting the blame
We live in a small world
If you come against me, you fail
On a Friday night I'm out with big tings
While you're out and about with schoolgirls
You don't wanna be caught out as a victim
When my right hand's itching
If you see me in the kitchen
Just know I'm stacking up for
My brother and sistrins are you listening?
If you know I move distance
Still can hear the snakes hissing
With the mandem I might chip in
For the brain, missing
If it ain't the E3 Lems
Then it ain't speaking sense
You might see me in the bit's like and Tempz
Can't forget, from day they've been around
Only deal with one takes
'til haters simmer down
You can't get through to me
And check Lunar C
And it's Bow E3, straight back to Tipper Gang
When I fall down flat on my face
Just pick myself up and be back on my way
Why are the odds never stacked in my favour?
Only so many times I can laugh off the pain
Take my cash, take the clothes off my back
Take the air from my lungs, leave me laughing
Put me back at square one
No backup plan, I'm living day-to day
I swear all I have is my word
I've got nothing left to swear on
When raindrops fall on your
Busted up scuffed kicks
All you hope for is a place to get dry
Living one day at a time
It's a good way to survive
But without a plan I feel like
I'm just wasting my life
Back at square one and it's all too familiar
Giving everything I have and it's not enough
And I'm sick of new
Problems always popping up
Every time I start to relax or
Think I've got it sussed
Brave face but it feels quite daunting
When all your energy has been and gone
'Cause, I've been walking round in
My boxers all morning shouting 'Fuck it
I don't even need that job!'
Giving five days a week of
My life away from peanuts
Tryna save my P's up and find a way to re-up
'Cause you can go outside
Feel the heat and hear the bees buzz
Or sit indoors and judge the weather
By the way the trees look
When I fall down flat on my face
Just pick myself up and be back on my way
Why are the odds never stacked in my favour?
Only so many times I can laugh off the pain
Take my cash, take the clothes off my back
Take the air from my lungs, leave me laughing
Put me back at square one
No backup plan, I'm living day-to day
I swear all I have is my word
I've got nothing left to swear on
These dudes have gotta be shitting me
'cause I've been getting bit
Sedatives lowering my blood pressure
Like a severed wrist
So my soul told me not to quit my day job
I told him I don't have an option
I got laid off
Sitting on my ones, staring at the clock
I watch the minutes as they come and go
Just twiddling my thumbs
Is this what I've become
Another simple-minded dunce?
Just pissing away my prospects and
Living like a bum getting stoned
Watching old episodes of The Simpsons
That I've probably seen before but
I never noticed the difference
Got serotonin deficiency
Everybody round her ends up
Broke or in prison
It's set in stone, it's tradition
Making money off the books like a author
I think my life needs some kind of order
I think about a problem for too
Long and don't act on it
Suffering from over-analysis paralysis
When I fall down flat on my face
Just pick myself up and be back on my way
Why are the odds never stacked in my favour?
Only so many times I can laugh off the pain
Take my cash, take the clothes off my back
Take the air from my lungs, leave me laughing
Put me back at square one
No backup plan, I'm living day-to day
I swear all I have is my word
I've got nothing left to swear on
Uh, this zoobie is hitting the brain
So I light it up and smoke and hit it again
I'm smiling but living in pain
My brother's on license so after that is
Past him getting the blame
We live in a small world
If you come against me, you fail
On a Friday night I'm out with big tings
While you're out and about with schoolgirls
You don't wanna be caught out as a victim
When my right hand's itching
If you see me in the kitchen
Just know I'm stacking up for
My brother and sistrins are you listening?
If you know I move distance
Still can hear the snakes hissing
With the mandem I might chip in
For the brain, missing
If it ain't the E3 Lems
Then it ain't speaking sense
You might see me in the bit's like and Tempz
Can't forget, from day they've been around
Only deal with one takes
'til haters simmer down
You can't get through to me
And check Lunar C
And it's Bow E3, straight back to Tipper Gang