Meltdown - Ghostpoet

Dim Sum and Noodles make me feel alright.

Dim Sum and Noodles make me feel alright.

Dim Sum and Noodles make me feel alright, —

— but not tonight, 'cause they fight, and I’m like…

Woah woah woah woah woah

Cotching in the Skoda.

Gun-grey leather back seat.

And eyes fix straight on the night.

Mind’s kind of jittery.

Skittles like Jam jars shaked up —

— tinging and ringing like a champ.

It’s all a bit blank.

Don’t like phone call’s, man.

It’s a?

trash ting, laying in my bed room.

Maybe I should ask Frank Philly or Fred, and —

Backspace the words you’ve said.

The lights ain’t river, it’s constantly red, —

— and «patience is a parasite», my daddy once said.

But I’m an old school fella in a new aged town.

City on speed.

I gotta get down.

But upping up the tempo leads to upping up mistakes, —

— and I’ve made a load of late.

-- Great

Trate book rate.

A fresh don’t care;

it’s some sunrise weather.