Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Do We Really Care? Pt. 1, artist - Tom Grennan. Date of issue: 22.10.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Do We Really Care? Pt. 1 |
| Hot town, summer in the city |
| Back of my neck getting dirty gritty |
| Been down, isn’t it a pity |
| Doesn’t seem to be a shadow in the city |
| All around, people looking half-dead |
| Walking on the sidewalk, hotter than a match head |
| It ain’t affect us |
| We get correct novels and neglecting |
| There’s summer in the city |
| Those shadows already checked in the |
| Couple of them, struggles again |
| Don’t want it with them |
| Don’t let |
| One or two struggle again |
| 'Till it hits home |
| So many gimmicks alone |
| Now push these limits, social physics |
| Fool, to come on they phone and say |
| «Smile for the camera» |
| Natural, making gritty glamorous |
| Defect from all these unpaid actors |
| Madness has happened |
| Nobody panicking, that damaging damage and claps the callousness, that’s fatuous |
| And they know what’s factual |
| In actual fact the world’s been whacked |
| And you don’t care and yes, I get that but |
| I need a little later, I’m a |
| I’m a write-up |
| And I’m planning right from wrong though I knew it all along |
| Seems the summer in the city, and there’s always one to come |
| Hot town, summer in the city |
| Back of my neck getting dirty gritty |
| Been down, isn’t it a pity |
| Doesn’t seem to be a shadow in the city |
| All around, people looking half-dead |
| Walking on the sidewalk, hotter than a match head |
| I seen it all |
| I seen the scene like a spectacle |
| Susceptible, diseases treated like a fucking festival |
| No quarantine or worry-tine like «Is this mess amendable?» |
| Obsession over wrongful leaders, made 'em all electable |
| I’m best of all |
| They’re the biggest criminals, who arrest 'em all |
| Blacks all identical |
| Lifestyle symmetrical |
| Let’s not forget them females in third-worlds |
| It’s so unethical |
| They’re meant for you |
| Sit on your arse |
| Make this shit acceptable |
| Don’t nations, don’t do zilt |
| Them’s playin' hide-and-seek with this youte just to pride your guilt |
| But when they got you on that stretcher, could you treasure all those gestures |
| or you 'bout to die alone? |
| History, everyone forgets ya |
| 'Cause we rushing regrets |
| And we doing these bullets like it’s Russian Roulette, nah nah |
| Rushing regrets |
| We’ll dodge these bullets like it’s Russian Roulette |
| Hot town, summer in the city |
| Back of my neck getting dirty gritty |
| Been down, isn’t it a pity |
| Doesn’t seem to be a shadow in the city |
| All around, people looking half-dead |
| Walking on the sidewalk, hotter than a match head |