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VERSE 1

I'm walking down this tunnel blind I can't see an exit

Nothings clear so I take the path that is least expected

Fuck knows where it leads but this Is where I've been directed

Eat don’t sleep repeat its peak from a teens perspective

But fuck the parts of my mind that the greens effected

I've spent weeks reflecting on my dream collecting the all the skills that I need to clench it

All I want is to be respected for the words I speak aloud like a keen dyslexic

I'm sick of shit bringing me down

I literally live in the ground so I can only go up

I'm like a worm in the earth that's swiftly wiggling out, to get a glimpse of the clouds
By now I don’t know what the fuck I'm even spitting about

So let me turn the tables

Every person able to interpret fables in a verse and take all the words in

Staple them to your brain

Give them a deserving label and you can consider them your imperfect angel

Cuz hope is our power supply but the circuits fatal

Cuz when your disappointed

And you turn to skinning joints n sipping drinks to escape the whisper of the wicked voices

It's hard to realise that all that shit can get avoided

I’m staring up at the clouds and I'm seeing faces

My Minds full of anger but you'll never see me breaking

I crack frowns but you'll never see what my screaming face is

I shout down tracks but you'll never ever see me screaming face it
I've been speaking ages but the weeks are fading and it seems like I’m weak and ageing

I keep evading the decent wages I don’t sleep for days n the leaf I'm scraping with my beaten rake is just another shitty dream I’ve wasted

CHORUS/HOOK

I'm sitting here blanked out

I'm sitting here blanked out, searching for my missing pen and pad

Im a lazy fuck but I spit and scribble when I can, my fucking liver splits when I'm pissed and dribble in a can, wishing I was rich and blitz with fifty million in my hands

I'm sitting here blanked out

I'm sitting here blanked out, searching for my missing pen and pad

Im a lazy fuck but I spit and scribble when I can, my fucking liver splits when I'm pissed and dribble in a can, wishing I was rich and blitz with fifty million in my hands

VERSE 2

I can feel the days pass by

Slipping from my greasy palm

My fingertips sprint and scribble quickly to complete these bars
My little spliff of piff is skimpy but the week was hard

So I'm getting pissed and drinking spirits from a steamy glass

I’ve spent way too long cotching and puffing zoots

My options are cut in two, so what should I fucking do

Take a break and find myself, or lie unwell in a dusty bucket of disgusting soup stuck in a grubby tube

Like Augustus gloop

I don’t wanna be in the bottom of a rubbish shoot

Rummaging for socks, reconstructing food

Eating from a rusty spoon n always in a grumpy mood

So, I guess it back to the drawing board

I plan every track like practice is more important than having tactical thoughts in war

My raps are sure to fracture the jaw of any rapper that is backward and whack with a lack of rasp in their talking chords

I try and strip my mind of any negative stuff

I sweat and I cuss, to release a definite adrenaline rush

My head is heavy from the deadliest buzz as I'm forgetting how to get a breath in my lungs like a dependant pessimist on heroin does

CHORUS/HOOK

I'm sitting here blanked out

I'm sitting here blanked out, searching for my missing pen and pad

Im a lazy fuck but I spit and scribble when I can, my fucking liver splits when I'm pissed and dribble in a can, wishing I was rich and blitz with fifty million in my hands

I'm sitting here blanked out

I'm sitting here blanked out, searching for my missing pen and pad

Im a lazy fuck but I spit and scribble when I can, my fucking liver splits when I'm pissed and dribble in a can, wishing I was rich and blitz with fifty million in my hands