Woke up, Peckham Rye at half five
Fuckboy on the ground with his pants down
What happened to him in his past life?
What happened to him in his park side?
Roads were busy, buses passed by
I wonder who saw me as the last guy
Think it was Willem
He said I was headed in through the poolside
I hustled the cold keys to 5 AM
But all I got was swept aside
Like the pesticide in your vegetables
It sounds like
Like the worries of those at the worst times
Like the worries of those at the worst times
Like the worries of those at the worst times
Like the worries of those at the worst times
Not again, it's Peckham Rye at half five
Fuckboy on the ground with his pants down
What happened to him in his past life?
Spilled blood from his dome in his past time
Has it happened again?
Is the skull slight? Is the gold fine?
At least my nose ain't bent, but my brain's fryin'
Think they asked for a line, then they offered a line
Food from some master men, but I'm glad to decline
Must've triggered somethin', enhanced masculine
And after I squish it in, self-esteem insulin
That contorts the glows at the worst times
It contorts the glows at the worst times
This contorts the glows at the worst times
It contorts the glows
A waste of time, a waste of time
A waste of time, a waste of time
A waste of time, a waste of time
A waste of time, a waste
Sick
Uh, then, I'll be quick then
I've pinched around off work tonight
I didn't, I didn't get an answer from you at the end
I was seein' if I could just drop a "goodnight" to your mum ??? or anyone
But just drop that land if that's alright
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