Bad stammer
Slipping from the glitz
Into the shit
Prosecco starter followed by a dirty upper
Ill Manors
Thinking you're plan B
With your crotch between your knees
Your mates are tweenies with a xenophobic grammar
I recognise that place stuck in a time warp
All dead behind the eyes
I recognise that place stuck in a time warp
All dead behind the eyes
White powder
You make the sweetest mouth sour
White powder
You make the weakest empowered
Eyelashes
Cheating in a pub booth
Wearing Ugg boots and pyjamas
Fishing for a bigger package
White flashes
Trapped in a cycle
Of shit carpet and brown leather
And an unfulfilling state of getting higher
I recognise that place stuck in a time warp
All dead behind the eyes
I recognise that place stuck in a time warp
All dead behind the eyes
White powder
You make the sweetest mouth sour
White powder
You make the weakest empowered
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Bad stammer
Slipping from the glitz
Into the shit
Prosecco starter followed by a dirty upper
Ill Manors
Thinking you're plan B
With your crotch between your knees
Your mates are tweenies with a xenophobic grammar
I recognise that place stuck in a time warp
All dead behind the eyes
I recognise that place stuck in a time warp
All dead behind the eyes
White powder
You make the sweetest mouth sour
White powder
You make the weakest empowered
Eyelashes
Cheating in a pub booth
Wearing Ugg boots and pyjamas
Fishing for a bigger package
White flashes
Trapped in a cycle
Of shit carpet and brown leather
And an unfulfilling state of getting higher
I recognise that place stuck in a time warp
All dead behind the eyes
I recognise that place stuck in a time warp
All dead behind the eyes
White powder
You make the sweetest mouth sour
White powder
You make the weakest empowered
Slipping from the glitz
Into the shit
Prosecco starter followed by a dirty upper
Ill Manors
Thinking you're plan B
With your crotch between your knees
Your mates are tweenies with a xenophobic grammar
I recognise that place stuck in a time warp
All dead behind the eyes
I recognise that place stuck in a time warp
All dead behind the eyes
White powder
You make the sweetest mouth sour
White powder
You make the weakest empowered
Eyelashes
Cheating in a pub booth
Wearing Ugg boots and pyjamas
Fishing for a bigger package
White flashes
Trapped in a cycle
Of shit carpet and brown leather
And an unfulfilling state of getting higher
I recognise that place stuck in a time warp
All dead behind the eyes
I recognise that place stuck in a time warp
All dead behind the eyes
White powder
You make the sweetest mouth sour
White powder
You make the weakest empowered
Writer: Christopher Michael Inns, David Alfred James Breeze, Hayley Linda Trower, Shaun Patrick Hand
Copyright: Lyrics © NDE Distribution Services Inc., Anara Publishing Limited
Copyright: Lyrics © NDE Distribution Services Inc., Anara Publishing Limited