Orkney

I had to fight for the shit that i needed the most,

I wasn’t close

So i chose to beat the pros

I beat their prose

Please leave my show

Now, i’m on the road again

Nobody knows,

Famous online

Hated online

Surfing highs to lows

I know it’ll get better,

And it just got better

I’m in the garden,

Writing these letters

Back in the house it’s my boys pab and lennard

They recording i’m writing

I’m too far like the orkney islands stay silent,

Don’t you worry i’m the pilot,

V1, v2, counting the mileage

I need my silence,

Listen to rope

Your rosegold shining

See through your soul

I don’t know, might blow up tomorrow

Do another show,

I been lost in bottles that ain’t nothing though,

Right hand on the throttle i ain’t going home

Do it on my own, on my own

Fuck the majors

**** hates me so they ain’t put down a fucking wager,

Rupture put down 20k i say fuck the haters

There’s levels to this shit bitch i don’t ask for favors

We can do it on our own 

When it gets tough, we huddle up, doing night shifts for the shit we love,

When the sun rises and the lights switch,

The smoke’s quite thick for my neighbors above

Guess i need a house,

Guests would see the grounds and whereabouts there’d be no, doubts

I don’t want clout

It’s about being proud

And being round a crowd

I don’t know, might blow up tomorrow

Do another show,

I been lost in bottles that ain’t nothing though,

Right hand on the throttle i ain’t going home

Do it on my own, on my own