Another Day Lyrics

Just like sugar and spice everything thats nice has got a price on it

Might drop the mic on it

Tight stomp it to the ground find a new sound from the earth

Ground gives birth to new heights

Mounds of talent form bright like a clear nights sky I be the star in your eye

Lye awake sweat dripping out

Be a great mistake but I see it out

Learn from the creaking house it's coming to get me

I don't know who or what

But it creeps in the shadows and my heart won't stop

Start banging out a bop boom bap in my veins

Pass out wake again then repeat from the top

Just another day

Another time

Different place

Another piece of me wasting away

Just another day

Another time

Different place

Another piece of me

No I ain't got the time to waste again moaning

The tables ever turning

Busy brothers gurning

Hustling and learning

The lessons I clocked way back in Worthing

Never off the bender was the way we were burning

A west side story but more gory

We never found dory and they Molotov'd Balamory

Brum was the get away drifter

With sisters and misters cramming up the back seat

Picture this

Just another day

Another time

Different place

Another piece of me wasting away

Just another day

Another time

Different place

Another piece of me

I'm so cool haven't washed in days

I buy baccy to smoke less straights

This weeks been a haze can't feel my fingers or toes

My brains indisposed

My minds now closed

My vape tan dry

My coffee went cold

Story of my life

Till I'm old and battered with chips on my shoulder so deep

I stagger down the street

With a lifetime of baggage strapped to my feet

Nah nah I don't want that

I want this give me everything but bliss

I used to care dear but now I fear there's nothing I miss

Life now designed to take the fucking piss

Man up that's rich

Try harder break your bones and back or stay smarter than the average joe

Little do they know

Oh how the turn tables faster

Burn down your high tower to canned laughter

Scrape the bottom of the barrel for the clown stepping empty faced creep

that reaps the fucking streets

He's got a nose that needs powdering

And a face that needs smashing with a Tesco manikin

Pockets lined with cash and smack that he stole from us

When we turned our backs

Striking from the top clap back with a matter of fact plan of attack

You can't hack it seeping through my tone

What a silly billy got a pilly willy so he finds it necessary

To compensate with wack tax

Like what's that about

My bills have gone up ten fold

The gas station's rinsing me

Meal deals aren't even three quid anymore

And I'm still out here on minimum fucking wage

Fuck this man