Lyrics Killer Instinct - Jehst

Killer Instinct

And I’m quoting
I’m having trouble coping
Doctor told me to just «double up the dosage»
Muddled up in a bundle of emotion
Insignificant a puddle in the ocean
Guzzling the potion
Drowning my sorrow
We’re gonna be sober tomorrow
But I’m still holding the bottle
Waddle in my step
Windswept
Flat air-bubble in my crepe
Supertramp, champion vagrant
See me passed-out face down on the pavement
Stressed out
How the cheque bounced on the payment
Tears of a clown now
That’s entertainment!
The beauty of true intuition
The grand ambition of a musician’s mission
Another stupid decision
I’ve got the glass slipper
Now who’s the shoe fitting?
He got the killer instinct
Nose in the air like your shit don’t stink
Old flame, or a brand new link?
Poison pen letter the venom in the ink
Wasteman tendency
See me getting lean off
Why ain’t I achieving everything that I dreamed of?
Paradox walking
Poppycock talking
Corporate endorsing
Depleted endorphin supply
Wiping the tear from my eye
The sky is the limit
But I’m fearful to fly
An earful of hype
Head full of doubts
Lungs full of Thai
Now my head’s in the clouds
Feet on the ground
Ankle-deep in the gutter
Still kick the lid of the paint-pot
Let the colour spill
Hotline to the Devil
Let’s cut a deal?
Racking my grill
Got me begging for buttermilk
I guess it’s deep in my DNA
Baby-girl was the Darth Vader of T&A
So now everyday I’m faded off E&J
Chasing the grief away
It doesn’t have to be this way!
He got the killer instinct
Nose in the air like your shit don’t stink
Old flame, or a brand new link?
Poison pen letter the venom in the ink
Insane;
send him to a shrink
Better yet, just get him a drink
Just give him a second
Let him think
Tracks in-sync
Pull himself back from the brink
Nothing new about being skint
King Blue skins
Uphill climb
Brand new Timbs
Penthouse suite
Back to the twins
Hang up the gloves, B
I’m back in the ring