Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rocket Fuel, artist - Lee Scott. Date of issue: 16.08.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Rocket Fuel |
| Corner shop survivalist |
| Finger in your pie and chips |
| Feeling flaky like psoriasis |
| Life’s a bitch |
| I’ve known the score since |
| 96 though |
| So, even if I didn’t get the winner |
| It was my assist |
| Or I at least started the move |
| When I’m in a groove I’m hard to remove |
| Like I signed the lease |
| I need a TED talk so I can school these cats |
| And tell your crew, 'Relax' with a mouth full of Scooby snacks |
| If you didn’t know |
| The days get longer and the nights gets later, but |
| Time gets quicker, though |
| Flying by like a pig in tow of a troublesome kid |
| With a bit of dro and a couple of quid |
| In the pocket of his trackie |
| For a bottle and a pasty |
| Might politely ask me if I’ve got a bit of baccy |
| I probably do, but I shake my head no |
| I’m up, but I wish I would’ve stayed in bed though |
| Cause I’m wrecked like Ricky’s car |
| A couple of white stripes and I’m going to Wichita |
| All I know is that it’s far away from here |
| Soon-to-be homesick E.T. |
| with a taste for beer |
| Let me make it clear |
| Don’t stand too close, I’m morose |
| Interrupt the host’s toast |
| And knock them off their stool when I drop a jewel |
| Crazy straw |
| Siphoning your rocket fuel |
| Hey |
| It wasn’t such a great day today |
| But it’s all good anyway |
| Because there’s always yesterday |
| Hey |
| It wasn’t such a great day today |
| But it’s all good anyway |
| Because there’s always yesterday |
| Ever been sitting on the Jubilee line |
| Wishing you could freeze time |
| (Thinking) Even God’s plan couldn’t supersede mine? |
| Of course you have |
| Say no more |
| Export the WAV |
| Before you ruin it |
| Distribute the shit |
| And now you’re James Brown super slick |
| I’m just grateful I’ve got a roof to hit |
| Uncouth, was a good youth way back |
| Now he doesn’t like this, and hates that |
| Pack it up, pack it in |
| He was meant to begin, but |
| Left with his tin empty as sin |
| Took the last biscuit and he didn’t even dip it |
| Bit it, asks you for a hand than spat it in it |
| Pass the limit, a gallon ago, bored |
| It’s cool |
| I’m sweg with a capital 'Oh Lord' |
| Crack me back and bop into battle with no sword |
| Swinging |
| Wringing your neck with a phone cord |
| Singing a merry song |
| I don’t know the words to |
| Upside down crossface bench pressing a church pew |
| Like something’s got to give |
| And it’s usually me health |
| I’m in a league of me own |
| Losing to myself |
| Hey |
| It wasn’t such a great day today |
| But it’s all good anyway |
| Because there’s always yesterday |
| Hey |
| It wasn’t such a great day today |
| But it’s all good anyway |
| Because there’s always yesterday |