Lyrics:
To the garden or just drift off watching TV
6:30 in the evening
Never see it coming at all
Or can we live forever here?
Be buried in our best memories
longer walk alone
Yeah I was a wild card, she took a gamble
Now it's her sweet love, keep me coming home
Yeah she's got the heart of her mama
(*ad-libs*)
(Chorus: Russell Lee)
Sometimes I feel like I don't have a problem
Sometimes I feel like my only fear
Is the city I live in, the city
Look me up, with my head in my pocket
Look me up, with my head in my pocket
To see her coming home
Well forgotten, say can't you see her
Well
kept
Something that is done when you live by the gun
Get down, the shots went bang
It wasn't planned this way, just meet my demand
And things will go
Well I've never loved another like I love you
You taught this cheating heart to want to stay at home
And now I know that I could never live without
him and his victim
On the news at 5 o'clock
Exploited by the networks
"Hey kid, you hit the top"
From pops of glocks blood drips and bodies rot
From
wants to know
If you're happy of ere
Would you like to buy a home
Live in London or in Rome
Everybody wants to know
If you're our friend
In
rough or sleazy"
Now Dick's dangerous
Now Dick's rough
Now Dick's sleazy
Nice guy Dick don't live here anymore
Dick bought a swanky love pad down
he gon' be home
And he gon' be up with me
We gon' be living this life
I'm flying a plane, I'm high by the class
Sometimes I be feeling like Kai
I feel
Man lives in a sunlit world of
What he believes to be reality
But there is unseen by most an underworld
A place that is just as real
But not
could see a bully coming
And walk the other way (bye)
We're living in a world
Where we're ethically connected
To mean tweets, live feeds
Rude comments
cruel not kinder
Influencer insider, what a time this is
Where the business-minded hybrid lives
Where dreams may come and go
Where the wild things lurk
it
Crown up by the wrist and I'ma live it
Get up out the way if you ain't with it like
MOVE all I really see is fake bosses
They ain't got hands, can't
Didn’t mean it, I’m so used to be on my own
Cry for it, but you wouldn’t pick up ur phone
Live for it
Now I’m good I’m coming back home
Hit you on my
changed over the years
To me what's more important
Are the ones who hold you near
I don't know what's coming
And I don't wanna know
I'll try to live
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