[Intro]

Only love can break your heart, heart, heart, heart, heart, heart, heart, heart

Prahanstation, stream their new song

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[Verse 1]

Aye

It's 5am and I'm off my head

Fuck man I should've never hopped off my meds

I'm sleeping in the alley cunt fuck my bed

I ain't talking three four but straight to revs

Aye cops tryna do me, trapping when I was 18

[?] I was living the dream

[?] brother shout out Sammy B

In the bathroom Prov these cunts getting fleeced

[Verse 2]

In the car with the trailer and I back it in

Pigs wondering which sock it is I keep my packet in

I'm on happy pills like I'm Gilmore and I'll tap it in

I'm at [?] Bunnings and I might as well rack a tin

90s I'm cranking, nangs I'm tanking

Lock the door, never get done wanking

Sniff that rack like I work in banking

Sobering up, time to pop another k-pin

[Verse 3]

I'm with the Melb City Rats, city, Melb city raw

If you see us on 11 line know you're getting staunched

Mernda or Upfield line everyday

If I get kinda bored hit up [?] on the train

In the CBD hit a [?] on the tram

'Cause I just need a V-Line straight to Prahran

Hit up Hill St and I got some [?] cans

Cunt I got onto the Prov 'cause my ID scanned

[Verse 4]

Cunt I'm fucked over, I'm crying at the pokies

[?] get drilled for my Oakleys

Drunken chick ask me if she wanna blow me

Cunt what the fuck

But lowkey

Chick so dragged all of them got trauma

If she a driller chick, fuck off she's a goner

Seeing my [?]

She playing with my balls like she fucking Maradona

[Verse 5]

[?]

Sipping on a slab of Carlton Dry

Getting fat racks I don't even try

Blinker on the [?] that's got me fried

Wanna search my dacks but I don't oblige

Wanna search my dacks you dirty pigs

Tryna act hard but you just little kids

I need a mint, my breathe smells like cigs

Fuck, cunt, you should've got a stig

VB longnecks, don't wear Nike techs

Walking out of Chemist Warehouse with Nicorettes

Only smoke exotics yeah I don't smoke regs

Get me a bag like I'm from St Kev's

[Verse 6]

Martin's crib

Martin's crib so I'm the top level

From down south, I'm a Tassie Devil

Primary school, gift cards from Rebel

Bombing these tracks, Dyson Heppell

Dilated pupils, chicks think I'm in love

Little does she know, yeah I'm just on the drugs

Been so fucking lonely get bricked off a hug

I'm falling so deep in the hole that I've dug

Shout out Martin and [?]

If we're at your party, gonna have to call cleaners

She likes chatting to me, yeah she likes my demeanour

Putting on my fit, putting on my fucking Tinas

Beam me up, coming me through your [?]

Out of control like I'm Longwood fires

Wear a mask like I'm Michael Myers

Strange shit happened like I'm fucking Will Byers

(I can't fucking record right now)

Sike bitch I feel like coming in

And once again I'm with Jake Heffernan

Barwon Heads, two [?]

Said the yarnd's got me fried now the yarnd's got me geeked

Call me lock in king 'cause I'm never gonna tweak

Text her all night no I'm never gonna sleep

And I meant hitting up, not munting on your street

Cunt I'm munting on your street

Feel so depressed, feel like I'm Lil Peep

Prahanstation the name we're gonna keep

Yeah I fucked your girl, yeah I fucked her so deep

Who are you cunt, why you doing the most

I don't give a fuck, nah I'm drunk cunt, let's oge

[?]

This is Prahran, you're fucking toast