Dread FM - Another Day Lyrics

Just like sugar and spice everything thats nice has got a price on it
Might drop the mic on it
Tight stomp it to the ground find a new sound from the earth
Ground gives birth to new heights
Mounds of talent form bright like a clear nights sky I be the star in your eye
Lye awake sweat dripping out
Be a great mistake but I see it out
Learn from the creaking house it's coming to get me
I don't know who or what
But it creeps in the shadows and my heart won't stop
Start banging out a bop boom bap in my veins
Pass out wake again then repeat from the top
Just another day
Another time
Different place
Another piece of me wasting away
Just another day
Another time
Different place
Another piece of me
No I ain't got the time to waste again moaning
The tables ever turning
Busy brothers gurning
Hustling and learning
The lessons I clocked way back in Worthing
Never off the bender was the way we were burning
A west side story but more gory
We never found dory and they Molotov'd Balamory
Brum was the get away drifter
With sisters and misters cramming up the back seat
Picture this
Just another day
Another time
Different place
Another piece of me wasting away
Just another day
Another time
Different place
Another piece of me
I'm so cool haven't washed in days
I buy baccy to smoke less straights
This weeks been a haze can't feel my fingers or toes
My brains indisposed
My minds now closed
My vape tan dry
My coffee went cold
Story of my life
Till I'm old and battered with chips on my shoulder so deep I stagger down the street
With a lifetime of baggage strapped to my feet
Nah nah I don't want that
I want this give me everything but bliss
I used to care dear but now I fear there's nothing I miss
Life now designed to take the f*cking piss
Man up that's rich
Try harder break your bones and back or stay smarter than the average joe
Little do they know
Oh how the turn tables faster
Burn down your high tower to canned laughter
Scrape the bottom of the barrel for the clown stepping empty faced creep that reaps the f*cking streets
He's got a nose that needs powdering
And a face that needs smashing with a Tesco manikin
Pockets lined with cash and smack that he stole from us when we turned our backs
Striking from the top clap back with a matter of fact plan of attack
You can't hack it seeping through my tone
What a silly billy got a pilly willy so he finds it necessary to compensate with wack tax
Like what's that about
My bills have gone up ten fold
The gas station's rinsing me
Meal deals aren't even three quid anymore
And I'm still out here on minimum f*cking wage
F*ck this man