You Can Sing Till You're Blind

I think of my decisions and the way I used to be

I am nothing but the rhythm and some music on a beat

I'm a grain on this planet, I was stupid to believe

In the fame, in the panic, in this music that I speak

I'm one man, no big deal, I stop making it

Take a bit of time out to find out what nature is

Since the age of 6, everyday I take the piss

But you can see the pain I've caused and lately I'm ashamed of it

Shave your tits is the kind of shit I take to chicks

You can use your hand now to raise and hit my face with it

God knows I deserve at least a slap

You've heard of me, the twat, who's being dirty with his raps

Flirting with a bag of drugs I've learned to give an actual fuck

And turned around the maggots in my head and left the madness stuck

Fuck, is this me becoming a man?

Nah, is just a frisbee to chuck at the fans

And you can sing till you're blind

I'll be sitting here swigging gin by the pint

Driving visions in your face with the word knife

Digging out my lyrics from my brain with a burnt spike

And you can sing till you're blind

I'll be sitting here swigging gin by the pint

Driving visions in your face with the word knife

Digging out my lyrics from my brain with a burnt spike

This is one thought stream plus a couple of sick quotes

I surf on that shit, rubber duck or a sick boat

A troublesome kid, but I struggle to switch old

I feel like I'm at my show juggling discos

(Oh, shit) And where the uncle Buck my drink go?

And why's this cunt trying to bump that sick flow?

'Cause hip-hop to me is slowly melting in a pit of moan

I'm still sitting pissed at home, trying to leave this shit alone

Still figuring shit, I'm in a pickle shivering

Swigging gin thinking what a mystery my liver's been

Straight up solid abuse, properly bruised

It's way beyond a hobby and I'm sorry to prove

What a dirtbag, scum-sucking, piece of shit lambdagger

Rapping 'bout the pork salute mally like a mad wanker

Tit grabber, nipple twister with a massive mouth

Still trying to bang your little sister when your dad's about

And you can sing till you're blind

I'll be sitting here swigging gin by the pint

Driving visions in your face with the word knife

Digging out my lyrics from my brain with a burnt spike

And you can sing till you're blind

I'll be sitting here swigging gin by the pint

Driving visions in your face with the word knife

Digging out my lyrics from my brain with a burnt spike