Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song SEAGULL , by - Lee Scott. Song from the album Nice Swan, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 01.12.2016
Record label: Blah
Song language: English
SEAGULL |
| The seagull glides in the updraft of the moving ship |
| While your back on land, biting through your lip |
| Tryna' eat, half asleep on the 2−10 shift |
| While juice heads rift over bootleg sniff |
| Drifting in and out while fire lights the canteen |
| Other than that though life is like a drab dream |
| Southgate Estate circa 88 |
| Fuck that, knock a Pro Plus back an stay awake |
| There’s crates to make, three sixty an hour for ale |
| Don’t be late though piss in the shower and bail |
| There’s no time to copulate |
| You can munch your brecky on your break plus you need to watch ye weight |
| Anyway mate, so it’s laughin' init? |
| Last nights telly took your fun meter passed the limit |
| So keep your stupid head down like your scared of the sky |
| Fuck a hobby you’ll probably work till you die |
| There’s something in the air but no one seems to care |
| Cause someone famous died and Beckham bleached his hair |
| He said he’s out of here but can’t afford the fare |
| Swears he done something once but it’s all a blur |
| It’s all a blur, a blur, there, there… |
| Only one bite left and breaks you a crumb |
| Bops off and walks away from the sun |
| With a backdrop of pebble dashed lego houses |
| Invisible in his Hi Vis yellow trousers |
| Moving through the streets |
| Takeaway food and Scooby Doo repeats |
| Shoulders slouched with a skewed view |
| (Like) everybody wants to be a lonely grouch who doesn’t even own the couch |
| their glued too |
| Keep your windows closed like that’s gonna stop the plumes |
| Of leaking lethal toxic fumes |
| Send your letters of thanks to the chemical plants |
| Smoke your cigarettes and watch celebrities dance |
| Could of done something, but ya left it to chance |
| But on the bright side the Reds leathered the Mancs |
| 2−0 via Redknapp and Macca’s feet |
| Take your blue pill then it’s back to sleep |
| And don’t wake up till it’s safe to breathe |
| Then take your Sayers cakes and leave |
| There’s something in the air but no one seems to care |
| Cause someone famous died and Beckham bleached his hair |
| He said he’s out of here but can’t afford the fare |
| Swears he done something once but it’s all a blur |
| It’s all a blur, a blur, there, there… |