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Untitled_2019 Video (MV)




Performed By: Miles Better
Language: English
Length: 3:00
Written by: Paul Wardrop




Miles Better - Untitled_2019 Lyrics




This world forgave my transgressions, laid at my feet one last life sentence
My hope was open ended, f*ck rent and a pension
Don't need no leverage am ma own best friend

There's me in the corner, losing ma religion for a pittance
Booze and burn spliffs, spit in the face of this wicked attrition
War is intrinsic? Is it f*ck, most cunts show too much love at the drop of a hat
Granted no many have your back when your plans fall flat
I'd prefer the fash to some fake comrades, conflict
Like a quantum drawstring, on ma ribcage
On tick, every gentle warning a gave friends
If am not here to see how it ends then maybe it won't
At the peek of my lucidity, eyes wide closed, a sleep woke,
Try to keep folk close but we ain't spoke and you know how it goes
Right up a list of the pro's, conning myself into hope
Hold, past the post, while they vote for the alternative
Am no posing with this penmanship
Feel like it's the only place that my intelligence is respected
So of course i'm flexing it prick, reflect and i develop it
What's relevant is relative, REM sleep at 12 noon, we're all doomed
I can take or leave a few, but a room with a view
Where i eat shrooms and perform truths
Geez that am all good, Speech patterns damaged this worn noose
Shine on my dull tooth, pour out wine for my lost youth
Water for this booth, cauterize the wound with hometruths
And no news coming
Remove your whole troops i owe yous nothing
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English

This world forgave my transgressions, laid at my feet one last life sentence
My hope was open ended, f*ck rent and a pension
Don't need no leverage am ma own best friend

There's me in the corner, losing ma religion for a pittance
Booze and burn spliffs, spit in the face of this wicked attrition
War is intrinsic? Is it f*ck, most cunts show too much love at the drop of a hat
Granted no many have your back when your plans fall flat
I'd prefer the fash to some fake comrades, conflict
Like a quantum drawstring, on ma ribcage
On tick, every gentle warning a gave friends
If am not here to see how it ends then maybe it won't
At the peek of my lucidity, eyes wide closed, a sleep woke,
Try to keep folk close but we ain't spoke and you know how it goes
Right up a list of the pro's, conning myself into hope
Hold, past the post, while they vote for the alternative
Am no posing with this penmanship
Feel like it's the only place that my intelligence is respected
So of course i'm flexing it prick, reflect and i develop it
What's relevant is relative, REM sleep at 12 noon, we're all doomed
I can take or leave a few, but a room with a view
Where i eat shrooms and perform truths
Geez that am all good, Speech patterns damaged this worn noose
Shine on my dull tooth, pour out wine for my lost youth
Water for this booth, cauterize the wound with hometruths
And no news coming
Remove your whole troops i owe yous nothing
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Writer: Paul Wardrop
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