Finished I Ain't

I want to shout out

All those people who left me to mourn

Who didn't bite lips yeah I've got scorn

KFC bucket-load born in the South but want to get North

Now I've got dreams but they're mixed up in the puddles of the mind

And I need time:

Casio, Seiko, Diesel, whatever

It's my United K of Whatever

I ain't too clever with this like chips spit whenever the weather

Feel much better

This spare endeavours got me engrossed like birds of a feather

I bought me some leather

But I ain't satisfied

Life on the gritty side is hard at best

I beat on my chest to blow out all the cobwebs im feeling, needing

Much more revealing, much more revealing but I ain't finished

I just ain't finished

I just ain't finished

I got tonnes in my brain I've got to get it out

I just ain't finished

I just ain't finished

I got tonnes in my brain I've got to get it out

Scream and shout, shake it all about

And when a little nervous I just jiggle it about

You know what I'm talking about

I won't just shout it out

Start talking air like late night telly-shopping

Used to think 'Damn I'm nothing' Little Voice dont lose sight

Lifes too short just to give up now

So I gain upper lit

It's the apocolypse of doubting, wallowing and dry-mouth-swallowing

And seek some solitude creating a latitude

And formed an attitude of 'go go get it'

And I won't quit at it

Cut me, I bleed right?

Hemorrhage try triple nines on traction?

Please don't think I won't go for my art

And ashes in the wind all the way to the stars

And over the mountains and over the cars

And reincarnate and come back to the start

What they say and what they done

This all looks plain under the sun like

These are all the same to me

I see untrained history

I'm like what they say and what they done

This all looks plain under the sun like