The Streets, Trim - The Morning After The Day Off On One lyrics
[The Streets, Trim - The Morning After The Day Off On One lyrics]
You talk around events and from
The side of your sight
The Benson burns it reflects in your eyes
In the room with the computer in
Listening to music and watching
Old YouTube shit how come fire and rain
Sometimes sound the same?
Look me a goodbye in my eye as I say
It's too hot in here for men
With blood in their veins
Faded by dust and darkened by days
There's a choral chorus
And a floral adoring fuss for us, for dust
But, you're too bold thus
You have to be bolder
You've got a big chip on your shoulder
Yo, misleading with lyrics the flow
Needs to see a clinic
Cos there all on my dick and
They ain't even seen my image
I've got portions of chips on my shoulder
And battered fishes
I walk with a devil persona
They gather wishes
I'm in the hands of God and
Use up all my raffle tickets
Once your numbers up I'll rattle cages
And have them lifted
They don't know who to show their face with
The act is finished
I'm just living in the Matrix
But these girls don't act as timid
Did I cross the line? Is there a limit?
See I'm lost for lines
So I'm saying what I'm actually thinking
I'm gradually trying to say fuck you
And you'll hear the inkling
Subdued by the way I play with words
It'll have you thinking
I wonder what would have happened if
I had listened to Mr Simpkins
And really believed that I weren't shit
It has me thinking yeah it has me winking
I probably wouldn't be this sick
It has me cringing
But, you can see the finger
I'm waving from that distance
The side of your sight
The Benson burns it reflects in your eyes
In the room with the computer in
Listening to music and watching
Old YouTube shit how come fire and rain
Sometimes sound the same?
Look me a goodbye in my eye as I say
It's too hot in here for men
With blood in their veins
Faded by dust and darkened by days
There's a choral chorus
And a floral adoring fuss for us, for dust
But, you're too bold thus
You have to be bolder
You've got a big chip on your shoulder
Yo, misleading with lyrics the flow
Needs to see a clinic
Cos there all on my dick and
They ain't even seen my image
I've got portions of chips on my shoulder
And battered fishes
I walk with a devil persona
They gather wishes
I'm in the hands of God and
Use up all my raffle tickets
Once your numbers up I'll rattle cages
And have them lifted
They don't know who to show their face with
The act is finished
I'm just living in the Matrix
But these girls don't act as timid
Did I cross the line? Is there a limit?
See I'm lost for lines
So I'm saying what I'm actually thinking
I'm gradually trying to say fuck you
And you'll hear the inkling
Subdued by the way I play with words
It'll have you thinking
I wonder what would have happened if
I had listened to Mr Simpkins
And really believed that I weren't shit
It has me thinking yeah it has me winking
I probably wouldn't be this sick
It has me cringing
But, you can see the finger
I'm waving from that distance