Ghost Poet - Cold Win Lyrics
[Verse 1: Ghostpoet]So a crunching bird flu signals another dayBoss thinks I'm stubborn eh, but I wish she would button itNew kicks, loving it, took me like two monthsBut big things from cold feet, one squashed like butternutOutside the double dutch kiddies wait for chicken fixAnd I hate the lunch run, six months I'm out of hereSaving up the pennies cos the city's too grittyAnd cooking french fries ain't pretty[Hook: Ghostpoet]Can someone show me the way?I don't know this placeI rose awake in a dreamI need to go back before the sun goes down on my heartBefore the sun goes down on my heartAll my clothes smell of greaseA night on holidayBreak my back all week forCrumbs and abuseAnd I swear what's the use?Quick sip of Lucozade to pep up the bonesAnd amp up RamonesAnd volume maximumI'm feeling like MaximusYou know in that film? Film4 TuesdaysAnd highlight of the wicked weekComplain til [?] bleak or some navy blueI don't know you[Hook - Ghostpoet] x 2
