Dorsal Morsel

[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 [?]