Thunderclouds

[Verse 1: Alex Osiris] Life’s got me like someone’s pissed in my cornflakes This ball ache that I carry with me last all day Got blue balls from this white girl with poor taste With green eyes called jade tryna’ be called bae It’s fuckin long Red mist I see Red mist I see I need a siesta please Lay next to me She say she can’t she tell me no I say she go and hope she don’t remember me Remember shut the door on the way out And shut ya mouth while you’re at it Now fuckin breeze Wine tasting time waster playing a fuckin' tease I didn’t even get dome And I think she’s stolen my weed She got sticky fingers And really I figured that’d be me So I chase out the door But she gone and so are my keys What a day! [Chorus 1: Miles Kane] Rumbling out Tumbling down Something moving overhead Like thun (x4) Like thunderclouds Got jump today Bumped today Dumped today What’s today? [Verse 2: Wallace Rice] Papa’s anniversary I thought It was a month away Not my day, not my day Summer day but it rains Before I had a date with my baby I tried my luck on fucking slot machines Put my money and my keys on unlucky number 8 And quick as 123 lost my monthly fucking wage What a fucking day Brother not today Puddles filled with rain Young mothers filled with shame Such a shame She was meant a lawyer in her dreams Beauty queen Slept with 27 man at 17 There’s she lays with no allies on estate in a state With two babies just wrapped up in a blanket like a rabbi But honey won’t be judge on what a nigga and friend say Let’s kick their bad energy like sensei I was speeding through the traffic with my shit playing out the stereo Bumping today was a good day When my dog from around the way sent a text saying The other day your nigga crack in the whip kunta kinte Lord have mercy Protect his soul until the end day Just a inmate visualise get out and get paid We want it in doubles no humps like Wednesday Money coming undelay undelay like a esse comprende [Chorus 2: Miles Kane] Rumbling out Tumbling down Something moving overhead Like thun (x4) Like thunderclouds [Verse 3: Dream Mclean] Ohhh shit here we go again Lost my wallet again again again Groundhog Day again Will I bounce back guess it depends Lord won't you buy me a benz Black leather seats and a v8 engine You can just put it on expenses init Long way from coming to my senses init Ohhh shit here we go again Stuck on spin cycle never ends Claiming youre the best Cause they said u was then But could you do it in stoke on a wet wednes- Day in the life my brother Cut off the wife and the wifis cut off On a knife edge I might just slip up Phone ring pick up Snakes slither Fucking deliveries man they don't deliver Ordered food and it comes cold I shiver On my way to leave I trip up Tryna save p p p p pick up Pack of that pack And back the liqueur Obviously fuck man What else you gonna do when the heating don't work in winter United can't win a match I can't get a match on tinder