Coldleftovers

Yeah bewilde

 

Welcome to my mix tape

buckle in settle back it's a be a smooth ride

I'm sitting on the bus, turn the corner see the riptide

Feeling all right there's cool change chilling on the breeze

So I'm pulling out my rap book while gazing out to the seas

I'm thinking imma be free when I drop my CD

Hozier, Gotye wishing there could be me

Girls'll spend hours, powders, train it to the city

I'll be backstage preppin' sweatin feeling shitty

But when the screams roar, I'll know they're here to see me.

 

Got no shortage of interests from the finer species

Download tinder matches flow man its far to easy // Message like

"you optimus prime? Cos damn, you looking fine"

Aw shuck, but right now it ain't a good time

Masters of sex follows bachelorette then some bets to bet

You see I'm busy so I'll pass your advances with regret

This apathy is hitting me so hard

Though I crave some skin on skin, getting ins is the easy part

I lack the motivation to send a simple message

I'm a greedy and needy 21-year-old regressive

 

Like, drop it on my lap and I might just pick it up

Hoping for the best is more a pest than a come up

Mum gift a poster which I'll read cos soon I gotta go

Ben, "only dead fish go with the flow"

There's mean undertones so let me translate for you

"Follow the uni path, the time's gon' whiz right through

Cos guess what's open to you then?

Something to consume your time, 8am till 10pm

Follow that routine saving 10% for 40 years

Then cash it all out when your 65 for your final years"

 

Fuck this shit man, fuck assignments and fuck that timeline

It's time to dream, I'll fight until my life is divine

I was gonna be a baller for the day; a singer for the night

Well my shots gone to shit but my rapping's got alright so

maybe I can dribble as I spit out the bars during the day then

Nights in town, sold out crowds, blow their minds for pay

 

Now, sitting with my kindle, refine my mind to crystal

I'm fatal to those rapper and I ain't got no pistol

Rolling under with shorts no flabby derrière

It could be disaster but I'm sure i'd rather be together

. . . Ain't it funny how it goes

This eternally tired boy is tripping on pantyhoes

 

So, buckle up settle in it's a be a smooth ride

I'm writing my mixtape down here by the riptide