Lyrics:
I'll advert my eyes If you promise me you'll never cry again Over his goodbye Won't you promise me you'll throw it to the wind If I was him, if
of scars) (So won't you tell me...) Why would you love something without a heart It seems to cheapen the word, makes the advert absurd It defines love
everyday Soon as I wake up lies invade my space Propaganda use fi indoctrinate All kinda advert them fling in mi face Even see people all a copy and paste
raised in Too many unwanted advert Purchase this and purchase that Click on this and click on that I cannot click everything okay Am just tired Tired
If you dont Advert from the shit Happiness is a mindset And i control whats mine So before the truth comes falling out Im doing just fine Thats not
the advert starts to say Do you love a girl called Ethel Have you kissed a boy named Clive Or gone dancing with a Gertrude Was a Gary born this side
In the advert world everything can fly In the advert world everything's to buy In my head, in my head I can't die So I won't, no I won't say goodbye
quick hundred grand (give thanks) Trapping up mad work Back then it was hand to hand Nowadays I get payed of a advert Me and Cee like a trapstar advert
circumstances, type Google into Google As this may break the Internet Oh That was interesting Here in studio two, we're recording an advert for a new movie Which
The mind's a policeman, and yes I lock myself up, Let your eyes conduct all the research, Click on all of the adverts, A promise is a convenience,
I read an advert on newspaper and it subsequently changed my life Hopefully it is not all my fault and it is all about destiny Hopefully last minute
didn’t even ask for and Auntie Val's given me again Relatives come out of the woodwork Carol singers make my head hurt Death by cringe John Lewis adverts
houseplants Under construction high vis hats Venetian blinds adverts adverts Reflections curtains drawn Bus driver Monday to Friday Backseat back
everything there’s nothing more to the done But i’m just a puppet on His string Advert for my king And faithful God if time will fail me to erase my dear name
Delicate evening downpour God speaks through toilet scripture Eating televised crumbs Oceans of boredom Tell tales of violent nuns Adverts
being buried alive The moustache of Simon Weston A bag of offal, A blue waffle Gene Wilder’s hair A road fatality, your own mortality An advert for Go
free, but lost Lackadaisical Mind body soul A Tempting advert I'm sure Self aware at least If you would have me I'd have you in a beat We're here because
They’ll sell you adverts to whiten your skin Darken your thoughts, dampen your spirits Profits are there to be gained, when we’re forced to live in
the bridge Over electric pines Memories flashback Through holes in advert's backs Puritans in line In transportation time I can't hear you, I'm listening
I was flicking through The pages of a magazine When I came across an advert That you wouldn't believe If you need a pretty Lady contact me I've got
coming at you, make you pissin in your pants Rappers baby talk the advert's like a pamper reel The realest iller to ever, done iller be alive I been
man takes the trash across the yard then and the doorbell rings Adverts! Adverts! A cop car screams for the fifteenth time yet this morning I pour
The man on the advert looked so trusting Isn't it funny, how people spend there life away Buy now pay later then consolidate your life On day time
Sitting at home all on your Own Suddenly you get an Advert on my Phone Was it Gmail or was it Alexa or Hey Google are you Spying on me. they are
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