[Verse 1: Ghostpoet]
Car rolls by and shakes the ground, feet quiver
On the other side of town the [?] heart shivers
Now it's eyes bloodshot
Veins popping like a Pringle pack
And if you don't get money back
You'll split hair and [?]
And life ain't fair
I swear my mum said the same
And if you play the late game
You may lose your last name
And car keys, pets and feeling down canary way
Highlights the lairy way but brain takes the driver's seat
[Verse 2: Ghostpoet]
False starts, exhaust fumes
Causes for a vacuum
And I could see my wallet could be overdosed on Amazon
And lights dimmed, power gone
And stumble in the dark-adence
And revel in the elegance
That only night could ever bring
And I like [?] maybe a tad much
And need to keep my trap shit
And eyes glued, head up
And hands twitched lightly at the Bingo night slightly
If I get a number for them my winnings could be [?]
[Hook] x 4
Gunna find me out [?]
Outlook is grey [?]
I guess it's shakey heavy [?]
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