Lyrics
Yeah, yo
Innocence the fragrance of my saviour's cologne
When I saw what they had planned for me
Plan B was to hit Soho
Speaking words 'cos the flow is effort
Standing elite more like a band of thieves
They stranded me kept afloat by the candle
We didn't want any expectations
Surrounding the sound I thought we were making, look
Let them eat cake for fuck sake
I trust they won't live too long or make the one wait
One way ticket to another dimension
Sensing fear shedding a tear I'm here
And I'm steering it into the kid's ear
My sweatshirt the same texture as Shakespeare
I hate clear love signs muddied in designer
That's why when I speak I sound like a Sphinx
Getting higher and flyer
Sigh and get by that's a sign of the times
Timer running low
Might not make it to 0
But at least I won't have to listen to that sound it makes when it gets there
Speaking words 'cause the flow is effort
You get it now
Few long days few long nights
Saw the whole play don't need telling twice
Running this shit mice loving the desertion
Coming in quick looking like I've got a purpose
Flirting with possibilities
Like you've got lovely eyes your existence is killing me
Pick up line smooth positivity shoehorned
Simile too poor to express rude thoughts
Lubricant for the cogs in my brain
While I work out the knots that I'm sailing
I'm not, I'm just saying I thought I was failing
There are no truths
No intrusions I'm up and it's raining
No sign of it changing anymore
Penny for the thoughts of the masses
Stokey massive here for the clash
And I'm backing my long lost boys over Camden
Sounds no abandon stories compounding the madness
A certain assortment of standards I'm holding these bandits
Told you I am famished
Sold 'em all a dream then I upped, vanished
No time for a panic
The wave that I'm on is a classic
The lie that they sold is a massive one all in a package
The ribbon on top is elastic
As soon as it breaks it'll be like we're all speaking Latin
Steaks on the table mistakes on the label
Fables from antiquity stay faithful
Sleeping with major labels
Independent players of the game save 'em
Snapping at the heels of the rest of the pack
Roped them in no slack
Still got to give something back
Sun-kissed wack tunes won't cut it