Letras
There's not enough hours in the day
Not enough days in the week
Not enough pounds in the bank
And just not enough smiles in the streets
Too many worries at hand
Too many fakes that I meet
Too many problems we face
You wear your mask such a cheat
Break down the rules, she whispered in my ear
Never listened to Simon saying do that and go here
All seems pretty tapped, stuck at the bar
Chilling with my boys all sinking beer
Stella going mad so sanny staying clear
Keeping five foot apart adamant they ain't queer
Bruv did I ask (no)
Acting so shitty like arseholes
Getting so pissy when I laugh though
When hes knocked to the floor
Smashed glass flows
Working so much
Lost the will to live now we're sitting ducks
Watching the world go by just to earn our bucks
Used to live freely
Never gave no fucks and it sucks
Wanna make the music but instead
I'm tryna sell them coats that I cant even cop, glam
We try to keep pushing each day what we love
So we're broke damn
These days your network is your networth
And its all a joke man
Seeing dickheads with the money and fame
All because of a televised bang
Theres not enough hours in the day
Not enough days in the week
Not enough pounds in the bank
And just not enough smiles in the streets
Too many worries at hand
Too many fakes that I meet
Too many problems we face
You wear your mask such a cheek
We're the ones sitting in the backseats
Ain't no gangsters ain't no athletes
Ain't got beef on road
More like HMRC will shank me
Cos most of us have got two jobs
Worked too long where the food gone
No clue so we twos up and do bombs
Till we feel numb
Can you feel that one
Crystal clear when mixed with fear