[Hook]
You can see it in my eyes that I've never been a quitter
I hope that when I die, I'll have been a bigger hitter
I've been lining up white all night, sniff quicker
But it ain't going right, so believe that I'm bitter
I'm bitter, I'm bitter
And I'm bitter, I'm bitter
And I'm bitter, I'm bitter
I'm bitter, I'm bitter
[Verse 1]
And I'm lost mate, can't face the facts
So taken aback, questioning "what do I lack?"
Cause I thought I would've been doing
So much better by the age I'm at
Lost years? Can't take em back
The fuck you making of that?
And my mate, yeah, he got sacked
Belled me up, he's reeling
Didn't think that at 28
He'd be back dealing in Ealing
Hatchback and acting boss
You get too accumulated
He's blue like when a uni grade comes in
Attitude too, what can you do?
Hurry up, stop rushing me
I got distracted by credit cards with rocks crushed beneath
Who believes in this, yeah, when I don't trust in me
My mate just booked a one-way ticket from Norwich over to Tuscany
And it's dark when a lyricist knows 99% of the listenership
Doesn't give a shit about the words you've written
It's proper dark isn't it? Isn't it?
You can see it in my eyes that I've never been a quitter
I hope that when I die, I'll have been a bigger hitter
I've been lining up white all night, sniff quicker
But it ain't going right, so believe that I'm bitter
I'm bitter, I'm bitter
And I'm bitter, I'm bitter
And I'm bitter, I'm bitter
I'm bitter, I'm bitter
[Verse 1]
And I'm lost mate, can't face the facts
So taken aback, questioning "what do I lack?"
Cause I thought I would've been doing
So much better by the age I'm at
Lost years? Can't take em back
The fuck you making of that?
And my mate, yeah, he got sacked
Belled me up, he's reeling
Didn't think that at 28
He'd be back dealing in Ealing
Hatchback and acting boss
You get too accumulated
He's blue like when a uni grade comes in
Attitude too, what can you do?
Hurry up, stop rushing me
I got distracted by credit cards with rocks crushed beneath
Who believes in this, yeah, when I don't trust in me
My mate just booked a one-way ticket from Norwich over to Tuscany
And it's dark when a lyricist knows 99% of the listenership
Doesn't give a shit about the words you've written
It's proper dark isn't it? Isn't it?
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