[Verse] Looking at my window and the sun is coming up I could give a fuck though cos Im feeling pretty drunk I could use somebody, I could really use someone Try to record a track but my words are all slurred Just my luck my demos aint even have decent My passion is lacking, my rapping lacks reason Trying to stay strong but my heart has weakness Im trying to stay strong but my fans are all leaving [Hook] Ill just sit here in my room With my irn bru vodka [Verse] Looking in this cup but the coffees all been drunk As I reprogramme drums, generic old skool stuff I wonder while I listen where the fuck my rhythm is I wander while I listen down to where the kitchen is Im tripping shit, my image is, sickening not different Aint shaved in weeks, can taste my teeth, is anybody missing him? I cant even tell though I aint signed in in weeks I figured Id forget it and the world would let me sleep [Verse] Ive not made a beat in about six weeks And Im running low on health jacking cars in the street Masking scars with my teeth, grinning while I play the game My mics broken still and Im gaining lots of weight I start doodling whenever I try to write shit My flow is almost gone and I rhyme like a white kid My metaphors are horrible transformings complete I dont give a fuck though cos nobody cares about me
reprogramme, transformings, irn, week, co