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letra de hit by a train (bad day at the office) - jeshi

[verse 1]
p-ssing me off
two fingers up
crush down rocks
salt bae in my cup
dreamt i was rich
clock woke me up
checking my post
p45 ain’t come
and my girlfriend nags
keep leaving lights on
electric bill getting bad
seeing my nan
train to southend
picking cigarettes out the sand
pick me ups minimum wage
run late yeah i’m still sick of this phase
picking my brain
bin men picking up needles on the estate
and you wanna wear needles floss
don’t know where i’m at but i’m feeling lost
and i’m feeling hurt
declining credit, rising hems on skirts
in a zip car
yeah it’s not my day
scratched my rim on the curb
ain’t got scratch ain’t got service
so i don’t know if the phone rung back
slinging my hat sling something else
tanita tanita my head on the scales
cats line up tia tamera 2 dark
no one selling seash-lls
nothing to chase
sit round smoke weed do nothing today
i play fifa fifa
pub toilets, packets, and geezers
queue gotta wait
job search meeting moving the date
big grin smiley face on my plate
throwing up my stomach rearranging
head feels strange
[chorus]
silver spoon got rust
residue on me got dust
know i’m wrong but don’t give a f-ck
head feel like h-ll waking up
wake me up and i’m never not late
i still got cobwebs in my brain
it’s a new day
i’m the same

[verse 2]
missed the bus
see it speed it off
bus drivers a c-nt
takes one to know one
furlough lows and highs
mums in so i can’t smoke inside
got a smokers cough
skip college ain’t asher roth
i 2’s rothy blues
die anyway what i got to lose
new day one loop getting hitting snooze
i got loose change in my pocket
chase ice creams vans
i knockdown that ginger keep knocking
new bond street
eyeing up roleys
shop windows i get lost in
i try and be what everyone wants
make everyone happy
still i’m switching everything off
now everything’s wrong
and you stand outside till everything’s gone
trackies fruit of the loom
doom pray my payment come soon
bad way from k spoons
high road hide my face from the goons
rack in the red lion toilet urinal nasty
say feel i feel nothing hardly
feeling the rush from the tip of the car key
i feel like leaving
i hear somebody knocking
must be the waitress cleaning
so i smile, face in the mirror
facing my demons
pub closed and i should be home
work in am quick change clothes
threw up on the train on my way
got letters with red letters on in my home
[chorus]
silver spoon got rust
residue on me got dust
know i’m wrong but don’t give a f-ck
head feel like h-ll waking up
wake me up and i’m never not late
i still got cobwebs in my brain
it’s a new day
i’m the same

[outro]
there’s 2 cutlers in my head
there’s 2 cutlers in my head
there’s 2 cutlers in my head
there’s 2 cutlers, yeah i’ve been hitting it again
there’s 2 cutlers in my head
there’s 2 cutlers in my head again
there’s 2 cutlers in my head again
in my head again
yeah, i’ve been here again
waiting for the same train
keep running away
send me out my way
yeah, i’ve been
yeah

- jeshi

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