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Fish 'N Chips Video (MV)




Performed By: Gnarcosis
Language: English
Length: 3:54
Written by: Connor Cristie-Keane




Gnarcosis - Fish 'N Chips Lyrics
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Sad shit, I missed my Friday night again
Get home from work and I'm pissed I'm missing my life again
Spark the light again, I swear that I'm a delight my friend
Driving it round the bend, my mind could benefit from bed
Like poker- if I show my hand you're dead
Like kosher- I'm a whole different kind of bread
Can't define-can't say- but know that I'm a couple aheads
Like 'no way' well yeah, the minimum that my nan expects
So yeah we'll say we're friends depending on what upon it depends
If it's bars then I hope you bought a couple of pens
Running them out I'm breaking the drought
I'm taking the words and flicking 'bout my face
Just keeping it loose in my place man I choose to f*ck off the lace
Yeah I'm less a fan if you're a waste
It takes one to know one bro I know you know the taste
Make the call and relapse- your inner twist of fate
Dropping the ball so insufferable 'til I'm feeling the crawl and I'm never traced
L on my head I'm a loser, diss
Feeling iron in my sights I'm a shooter, miss
Getting salty in the rain like a roofer, fish
Gonna cash in and play a little looser, chips
How does that sound
How does that concur with what it was you was hoping would occur
Taking the piss I'm skipping the lips
Slap in the face I'm locking on tits
Back in the flat logging on netflix
Coming and going I'm better than this
Now suddenly their backing when I get it crackalacking what's a motherf*cker chatting they don't know about me, no
They don't know the level of the silent G, oh
I'm looking up inside 'em I can't see gold
Behold, I'm pulling up beside them and they be bold
I'm judging them like Simon they won't be told
Got them seeking asylum when I wrap them into a pylon it's a product of my environment to be acting like a tyrant
Tryna be a better man, not a boy
Float like a feather, land, destroyed
It's easy seeing how you get so annoyed
If I was you man I'd be wanting a better plan to be getting deployed
Plan B like hit the sea, it's little ole me that you've got to avoid
I ain't playing but I only see you lads as toys
Tracks I'm laying getting ready for a train of noise
Looking to clash? Ready to crash?
Steady the hand to deliver the bash
The bodies decaying right where they be laying nevermore praying so make your choice
Cos I'm the type to worry about you don't need to be concerned
The venom coming out of me it needs to be conserved
I'm here to please the birds and bees it's peace that I've preferred
Just leave me to my weeds and the things that I have earned
2 wheels and 1 cylinder creeping by I'm not even trying to panic ya
Protect your neck when you see this guy, whiplashing like I'm Metallica
Turning me sly when deserving to die annoying me gas like a canister
We say our goodbyes not a sniff of surprise not even from the court barrister
See that's what happens when somebody lets the genie out the jar
That's the patterns we're yet to learn from counting their cards
When we don't know who to turn because they've dipped and yet so far
The anger's flowing sideways and the flows too stiff to chart
No penny for my thought, no coming in my fort
Too many gonna fall, too ready for the call
Too heavy to pull, too heavy to bare
I'm doing my best and you're begging for air
I've got more silly brothers that I've gotta tear
Not a violent bloke but a vibrant gloat I don't mind taking time to unwind a throat
L on my head I'm a loser, diss
Feeling iron in my sights I'm a shooter, miss
Getting salty in the rain like a roofer, fish
Gonna cash in and play a little looser, chips
How does that sound
How does that concur with what it was you was hoping would occur
Taking the piss I'm skipping the lips
Slap in the face I'm locking on tits
Back in the flat logging on netflix
Coming and going I'm better than this
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Sad shit, I missed my Friday night again
Get home from work and I'm pissed I'm missing my life again
Spark the light again, I swear that I'm a delight my friend
Driving it round the bend, my mind could benefit from bed
Like poker- if I show my hand you're dead
Like kosher- I'm a whole different kind of bread
Can't define-can't say- but know that I'm a couple aheads
Like 'no way' well yeah, the minimum that my nan expects
So yeah we'll say we're friends depending on what upon it depends
If it's bars then I hope you bought a couple of pens
Running them out I'm breaking the drought
I'm taking the words and flicking 'bout my face
Just keeping it loose in my place man I choose to f*ck off the lace
Yeah I'm less a fan if you're a waste
It takes one to know one bro I know you know the taste
Make the call and relapse- your inner twist of fate
Dropping the ball so insufferable 'til I'm feeling the crawl and I'm never traced
L on my head I'm a loser, diss
Feeling iron in my sights I'm a shooter, miss
Getting salty in the rain like a roofer, fish
Gonna cash in and play a little looser, chips
How does that sound
How does that concur with what it was you was hoping would occur
Taking the piss I'm skipping the lips
Slap in the face I'm locking on tits
Back in the flat logging on netflix
Coming and going I'm better than this
Now suddenly their backing when I get it crackalacking what's a motherf*cker chatting they don't know about me, no
They don't know the level of the silent G, oh
I'm looking up inside 'em I can't see gold
Behold, I'm pulling up beside them and they be bold
I'm judging them like Simon they won't be told
Got them seeking asylum when I wrap them into a pylon it's a product of my environment to be acting like a tyrant
Tryna be a better man, not a boy
Float like a feather, land, destroyed
It's easy seeing how you get so annoyed
If I was you man I'd be wanting a better plan to be getting deployed
Plan B like hit the sea, it's little ole me that you've got to avoid
I ain't playing but I only see you lads as toys
Tracks I'm laying getting ready for a train of noise
Looking to clash? Ready to crash?
Steady the hand to deliver the bash
The bodies decaying right where they be laying nevermore praying so make your choice
Cos I'm the type to worry about you don't need to be concerned
The venom coming out of me it needs to be conserved
I'm here to please the birds and bees it's peace that I've preferred
Just leave me to my weeds and the things that I have earned
2 wheels and 1 cylinder creeping by I'm not even trying to panic ya
Protect your neck when you see this guy, whiplashing like I'm Metallica
Turning me sly when deserving to die annoying me gas like a canister
We say our goodbyes not a sniff of surprise not even from the court barrister
See that's what happens when somebody lets the genie out the jar
That's the patterns we're yet to learn from counting their cards
When we don't know who to turn because they've dipped and yet so far
The anger's flowing sideways and the flows too stiff to chart
No penny for my thought, no coming in my fort
Too many gonna fall, too ready for the call
Too heavy to pull, too heavy to bare
I'm doing my best and you're begging for air
I've got more silly brothers that I've gotta tear
Not a violent bloke but a vibrant gloat I don't mind taking time to unwind a throat
L on my head I'm a loser, diss
Feeling iron in my sights I'm a shooter, miss
Getting salty in the rain like a roofer, fish
Gonna cash in and play a little looser, chips
How does that sound
How does that concur with what it was you was hoping would occur
Taking the piss I'm skipping the lips
Slap in the face I'm locking on tits
Back in the flat logging on netflix
Coming and going I'm better than this
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Writer: Connor Cristie-Keane
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