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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jeshi
Jeshi
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Max Frith
Max Frith
Composer
Cajm Pickering
Cajm Pickering
Composer
Arhan Branch
Arhan Branch
Composer
Jeshi
Jeshi
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Max Frith
Max Frith
Producer
Cajm Pickering
Cajm Pickering
Producer
Matt Colton
Matt Colton
Mastering Engineer
Scott Knapper
Scott Knapper
Mixing Engineer
Fredwave
Fredwave
Producer

Lyrics

I don't wanna fuck around any more Let the music play (ay shit) Let the music play Shells fall on the city Smoke rise out of chimney Suit of armour don't fit me Yeah I've outgrown it too quickly Pinky up when I sip tea Then I hit the curb the and flipped me Stay indoors when the suns out I feel more at home when it's misty Running through danger Stuck with the plague And I feel like I'm lost in the world Feel old for my age And I'm pie mash gazing From the tight rope I fell Body scarred from the shrapnel And I'm in real cold world that I just can't adapt to Pavement stink and it made me sick Did things I ain't like but I had to In the ritz but I'm missing the the blitz Home sweet home fish and the chips Thames water give me the shits Stuck on the toilet clutching my ribs Death in the air but I give it a miss Got the plague and it rip me to bits Yeah it rip me to shreds (yeah) Cheesed off can't deal with the stench I don't wanna fuck around any more Let the music play (ay shit) Let the music play Sit on the doorstep wait for the end of the world Girl is a gun I'm a man of a shell Shell of a man and I'm here with a cramp in my hand From holding the patience back Read papers nothing new Fruit twist and quavers House in the field no neighbours Sword in my hand like brave heart Screaming I don't wanna take part While I wait for the end of the world Don't need SOS sending me help Church bell says that it's time we derail Live from the capital city of hell Bridge burning While I'm tossing and turning Sweating and coughing and hurting Money on the roulette face on the furness Medicine they sent ain't working Hold up gotta tar my lungs Bottom of the barrel scraping the crumbs Pungent smell waking me up Why they gotta make racket out at the front River same colour as lead Voices immerse in the baby's head Wrap me up in the news of the world Screaming don't know what you said I don't wanna fuck around any more Let the music play (ay shit) Let the music play Just know I can't relax K don't have my back Smithereens where I land Memories who I am Sun coming in drabs Everywhere I am reeks Try get back to a place (Back to back to) Where they tear down the flats Wrecking hall my heart Everything getting out of hand Yeah I'm really hoping they pass Yeah I'm feeling real Air don't let me breath Try get back to a place (Back to back to) I don't wanna fuck around any more Let the music play (ay shit) Let the music play I don't wanna fuck around any more Let the music play (ay shit) Let the music play
Writer(s): Cameron Archie Pickering, Maxwell Thomas Frith, Jesse Bailey, Arhan Alfred Branch Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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