[INTRO]
[Verse 1: Ghostpoet]
I want to shout out
All those people who left me to mourn
Who didn't bite lips yeah I've got scorn
KFC bucket-load born in the South but want to get North
Now I've got dreams but they're mixed up in the puddles of the mind
And I need time:
Casio, Seiko, Diesel, whatever
It's my United K of Whatever
I ain't too clever with this like chips spit whenever the weather
Feel much better
This spare endeavours got me engrossed like birds of a feather
I bought me some leather
But I ain't satisfied
Life on the gritty side is hard at best
I beat on my chest to blow out all the cobwebs im feeling, needing
Much more revealing, much more revealing but I ain't finished
[Hook: Ghostpoet]
I just ain't finished
I just ain't finished
I got tonnes in my brain I've got to get it out
I just ain't finished
I just ain't finished
I got tonnes in my brain I've got to get it out
[Verse 2: Ghostpoet]
Scream and shout, shake it all about
And when a little nervous I just jiggle it about
You know what I'm talking about
I won't just shout it out
Start talking air like late night telly-shopping
Used to think 'Damn I'm nothing' Little Voice dont lose sight
Life's too short just to give up now
So I gained upper lip
It's the apocalypse of doubt and wallowing and dry-mouth-swallowing
And sips in solitude creating latitude have formed an attitude of 'go go get it'
And I won't quit at it
Cut me, I bleed right?
Hemorrhage [try triple nines on traction?]
Please don't think I won't go for my art
And ashes in the wind all the way to the stars
And over the mountains and over the cars
And reincarnate and come back to the start
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Ghostpoet]
What they say and what they done
This all looks plain under the sun like
These are all the same to me
I see untrained history
I'm like what they say and what they done
This all looks plain under the sun like
These are all the same to me
Untrained history
[Hook] x 2