Top Room 文本歌词
作词 : Jason Williamson
作曲 : Andrew Fearn/Jason Williamson
All them skills, all that sewing, all that mekin Marks and Spencer’s knickers
Yea. I didn’t mean anything anymore and I wasn’t scared of worrying. **** that all. When the sleeps went on and you tried to find a signal I ain’t got one. Online food and distancing. I felt like shit well it come so quick and all the frustration and the no the sleep shit. I think I want something to come out of my phone that ain’t there
Oh **** this
Oh send me
These roads are now the silence in no memory
Uneventful, **** your pledge. Sod this philosophical take on where’s your head, Where’s mine too? Six foot outside the shop in front of you, eyeing cars 70 miles an hour across a car park, what the **** for? I feel less able to make the effort. I can’t be ****in arsed all I see is a desert. Not desert, I miss them Paris streets and restaurants near the church. The light from the lamp outside rolls under the end of the blind, surrounds my pillow, glow in the birch
Oh **** this
Oh send me
These roads are now the silence in no memory
Oh **** this
Oh send me
These roads are now the silence in no memory
Oh **** this
Oh send me
These roads are now the silence in no memory
Oh **** this
Oh send me back
Oh balls you, And Illicit. The scope of my language is very big, it’s safe to say I’m not very good at it. Like mainstream where accents sound like ray beams. All perfect, direct, like she’s just had an hoover out to her teeth n neck. Transatlantic, he’s the same, you gotta be really shit to come into the game. Trash tatters smash you claw it, 3 to 400 years left of this capitalist orgy. Change the room, let’s see if we can hold the climax by switching up the ****ing mood. Hoover hoover, it’s like you’d paid if someone told you needed a new computer coz I don’t know ****in know anything about em, silly country, I’m a cunt, get me wallet out? Of course sir, how much do you ****in want, plains and rough tools, no oil and no shoes off at doors, kettle on and common decencies optional course
Oh **** this
Oh send me
These roads are now the silence in no memory
Oh **** this
Oh send me
These roads are now the silence in no memory
Oh **** this
Oh send me
These roads are now the silence in no memory
Oh **** this
Oh send me back
I need
I call
I fill my bag and look
I fill my bag and walk
I fill my bag and look
I need
I call
I fill my bag and look
I fill my bag and walk
I fill my bag and look
I need
I call
I fill my bag and look
I fill my bag and walk
I fill my bag and look
I need
I call
I fill my bag and look
I fill my bag and walk
I fill my bag and walk out
Top Room LRC歌词
作词 : Jason Williamson
作曲 : Andrew Fearn/Jason Williamson
All them skills, all that sewing, all that mekin Marks and Spencer’s knickers
Yea. I didn’t mean anything anymore and I wasn’t scared of worrying. **** that all. When the sleeps went on and you tried to find a signal I ain’t got one. Online food and distancing. I felt like shit well it come so quick and all the frustration and the no the sleep shit. I think I want something to come out of my phone that ain’t there
Oh **** this
Oh send me
These roads are now the silence in no memory
Uneventful, **** your pledge. Sod this philosophical take on where’s your head, Where’s mine too? Six foot outside the shop in front of you, eyeing cars 70 miles an hour across a car park, what the **** for? I feel less able to make the effort. I can’t be ****in arsed all I see is a desert. Not desert, I miss them Paris streets and restaurants near the church. The light from the lamp outside rolls under the end of the blind, surrounds my pillow, glow in the birch
Oh **** this
Oh send me
These roads are now the silence in no memory
Oh **** this
Oh send me
These roads are now the silence in no memory
Oh **** this
Oh send me
These roads are now the silence in no memory
Oh **** this
Oh send me back
Oh balls you, And Illicit. The scope of my language is very big, it’s safe to say I’m not very good at it. Like mainstream where accents sound like ray beams. All perfect, direct, like she’s just had an hoover out to her teeth n neck. Transatlantic, he’s the same, you gotta be really shit to come into the game. Trash tatters smash you claw it, 3 to 400 years left of this capitalist orgy. Change the room, let’s see if we can hold the climax by switching up the ****ing mood. Hoover hoover, it’s like you’d paid if someone told you needed a new computer coz I don’t know ****in know anything about em, silly country, I’m a cunt, get me wallet out? Of course sir, how much do you ****in want, plains and rough tools, no oil and no shoes off at doors, kettle on and common decencies optional course
Oh **** this
Oh send me
These roads are now the silence in no memory
Oh **** this
Oh send me
These roads are now the silence in no memory
Oh **** this
Oh send me
These roads are now the silence in no memory
Oh **** this
Oh send me back
I need
I call
I fill my bag and look
I fill my bag and walk
I fill my bag and look
I need
I call
I fill my bag and look
I fill my bag and walk
I fill my bag and look
I need
I call
I fill my bag and look
I fill my bag and walk
I fill my bag and look
I need
I call
I fill my bag and look
I fill my bag and walk
I fill my bag and walk out