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