[Verse 1]
Dictators with a fetish for still bodies
Put my gen' aside, their generation got cruel hobbies
Keep your voice down, it's full shotties for tall poppies
They want us mumbling the truth like we're Lil Yachtys, they're cowards
Somebody grab the pendulum, it won't stop swinging
Think the world has been abandoned by 'net politicians
Child poverty's the highest that it's ever fucking been
Where's the party for that gone? What kinda world do we live in?
It's not about an opinion of all the parties we're given
Left or right, who givеs a shit? That's like asking permission
That ain't me, I'm still free, thеy think my future is written
If it was written, it was written by somebody with rhythm
Not by some man on a mission with money-driven decisions
And I'm always left-leaning, but now I'm fucking left leaning
On the side of the kitchen, they're tryna blame a religion
Be good and love more and that's my only ambition
[Chorus]
When will we realise
We've got front-row seats to watch it fall?
(I don't think that I care anymore)
Lil' miss green eyes
Without you, I don't think I'd care at all
(I don't think I care anymore)
[Verse 2]
Book a holiday and smoke one to my new stuff, boy
Songer's not the cap rapper, I'm the goosebump boy
This ain't magic, it's just talent in my two lungs, boy
I'm the unsung hero, I'm The Zutons, boy
I'm the Bob Dylan, Bond villain, sharp teeth, and song rhythm
Greenhouse stone thrower, wondering what's wrong with 'em
High horse, top sitting, jump before a hop-skip and
'Cause I keep the clocks hidden, I ain't getting boxed in 'em
Wrong wire cutter, songwriter lover
Have the world and throw it on the fucking bonfire, brother, buy another
On a different kinda level, slowly walking by a runner
I'm a different kinda level, type of guy to find a colour
Turn a page and show I'm really the GOAT
But the world don't even feel like it's really afloat
Self-written affirmations, I'm the boy with the quotes
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[Chorus]
When will we realise
We've got front-row seats to watch it fall?
(I don't think that I care anymore)
Lil' miss green eyes
Without you, I don't think I'd care at all
(I don't think I care anymore)
[Verse 3]
I give a hundred to a busker for imposter syndrome
Smoke a joint and and walk around to check I locked the windows
Till I sit in front of speakers playing voice notes from like 2017
Of when I had this dream of everything I'm seeing
Is elegant and free, I'm relevant and seen
Stepped into the scene, was never as it seems, it's politics and limbo
Phone addictions got me too, it hurts to press the pin code
But if you're talking 'bout the greatest, then I'm extra involved
Spending summers learning languages, I'm selfish
Tryna order wine in their mother tongue
English ignorance is overcome by the summer sun
Quiet optimism of this world, when I'm done and done
I'm just one of my mother's sons
I'm sympathetic for the synaesthetics
My album's only done when the colours run
I lose me just to try to be one of one
But I don't know if I can stop till the love is won