[Hook] You can see it in my eyes that Ive never been a quitter I hope that when I die, Ill have been a bigger hitter Ive been lining up white all night, sniff quicker But it aint going right, so believe that Im bitter Im bitter, Im bitter And Im bitter, Im bitter And Im bitter, Im bitter Im bitter, Im bitter [Verse 1] And Im lost mate, cant face the facts So taken aback, questioning what do I lack? Cause I thought I wouldve been doing So much better by the age Im at Lost years? Cant take em back The fuck you making of that? And my mate, yeah, he got sacked Belled me up, hes reeling Didnt think that at 28 Hed be back dealing in Ealing Hatchback and acting boss You get too accumulated Hes blue like when a uni grade comes in Attitude too, what can you do? Hurry up, stop rushing me I got distracted by credit cards with rocks crushed beneath Who believes in this, yeah, when I dont trust in me My mate just booked a oneway ticket from Norwich over to Tuscany And its dark when a lyricist knows 99 of the listenership Doesnt give a shit about the words youve written Its proper dark isnt it? Isnt it? [Hook] [Verse 2] Want beamer all on my car keys Wondering have I kicked too soon? No mate, no, it cant be Sniff coke, panicking Yep, skipping a heartbeat Burn a candle from both ends And then I get wax on Primark jeans Shocked or you cant speak Cant afford a shwama [?] If you live at home, dont start Chirping off about your money drama Maybe Im a two or threelisten rapper In a proliferation age, wonder does it matter? Got chips in paper, sausage and batter Yeah and some Fosters .WAV, 16bit lossless Speak up, try the Costas Tracks not for imposters Go check Codas roster Got beans on a [?] Have I lost ya? [Hook] [Verse 3] Thousands out, getting blown yeah in china whites Where I live, people are overdosing on china white Forgive the nature of my diction at this time of night But if I didnt speak up, thered be nobody to shine a light On how we live, 10 Mayfair smooths, yeah, and a Red Bull Having dregs poured that we cant stand and we wake up feeling dreadful Yeah, of cash you know Im boringly berefed Wish that I could smell some ribeye and red wine upon my breath Yes, yes, stare at the ceiling in pain Tryna be a top pick? Youre in the media, mate Honestly, you know, Im feeling afraid that at this rate That Ill leave a nonexistent Wikipedia page Does it matter? No fivestar dishes, no exotic fishes No double cheap kisses, only loads of near misses Need a blue geezer, yeah, to give me wishes My selfesteem is nonexistent, poaching off my Mrs [Hook]
bitter, mate, nonexistent, yeah, china