Him, Not Me (feat. Armchair Bandit) [Armchair Bandit Remix]

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Nice guys finish last but I'm still winning
I take it on the chin and begin with the sinning
Got so high that I'm stuck to the ceiling
Just hit my guy with the feelings and really
The wrong way up the right street
Strong words for the right beat
You think I'm not but I might be
Might beat it and leave slyly
But it's good for my psyche, highly
Blunderous
I take shots like a blunderbuss
Wonderous
Used to be under me but now you're just under us
Sucker, lover have a nice end of your summer, bummer
I throw a coin into the fountain
You and your mans are not about it
I'm blue like Van Houten's hair
Without a care I light a flare
Test me if you dare, I'm rare and now you staring
Name me a better pairing than the Armchair fiends
I'm feeling lairy, sitc' is getting hairy
So I dip quick
Slickly like Rick on a sinking ship, titanic
Yo it's the Bandits with green habits
Speaking magic like top hats and rabbits
Got over languid
Now I make a beat for breakfast
Got fat on raps but still come back for seconds
I Jack you like Tekken with language as weapons
Welcome to the smoking sessions
Of the broke progressors
Its the cess confessional
The saviour, high on reef vapour
I heat paper and eat later
The real faker
D and E the seat takers, we'll never rate ya
Hate anything that ain't as sick as this
I read your fate through your fingertips and shit
It ain't looking good
The silent type like Gromit
I pick apart all the fickle things 'til I've got it
Hands in my pockets, coughing
Feeling like a knock to the noggin
Like I reminisce, I'm 14 snogging
Hot for the girl with her rocks off
And I ain't even take my socks off
Scoff a couple cookies
Love loss left hook he
Doesn’t know how to handle
This mangled heart
Doomed from the start
Your words like darts
It's just too hard
And I’m just rookie
But to you I can’t lose
Because the words I choose
Articulate the most abuse
And I can’t excuse that shit
'Cause you just dig it out
Anytime you wanna find daggers in your mouth, you bitch
All fucked up, I guess you call it jaded
But when it all adds up, I just call it faded
When minds in the shadows those feelings far from shaded
You say I’m the bandit 'cause I steal your worth downgraded
So f*ck him 'cause he’s me
And f*ck you too
F*ck all of this I’m torn to bits over me and you
And I hate getting soppy so I clench my fist
Just another fucking notch on my stupid fucking
And it’s funny
I often find myself running
Out of time
So I hope it pack this with enough bits
I know it’s counterproductive
But my I’m hostages to
These disgusting eruptions
So I pass you my spliff
And you hit that shit
You have a little cough we laugh
I love to reminisce
'Cause this the past and it won’t
Make its way back
And it’s dark so I don’t
Wait on your tap
Too many references
Too many buzzes
Wish it was representative
But all I know is bluffing
They say winters the seasons for cuffing
But I’m too focused on trying to build up from nothing
But don’t get it twisted
'Cause I’m still a thief so you could get shifted
If I rip out a throat
Believe you will miss it
Don’t confuse my weakness for weakness
'Cause I’m burying my demons the deepest

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