Hit by a Train Songtext
von Jeshi

Pissing me off, two fingers up
Crush down rocks, Salt Bae in my cup
Dreamt I was rich, clock woke me up
Checking my post, P45 ain′t come

Girlfriend nags
Keep leaving lights on, electric bill getting bad
Seeing my nan, train to Southend
Picking cigarettes out the sand
Pick-me-ups, minimum wage
Run late, yeah, I'm still sick of this phase

Picking my brain, yeah
Bin men picking up needles on the estate
And you wanna wear needles floss
Don′t know where I'm at, but I'm feeling lost
And I′m feeling hurt


Declining credit, rising hems on skirts
In a zip car, yeah, it′s not my day
Scratched my rim on the curb
Ain't got scratch, ain′t got service
So I don't know if the phone rung back
Slinging my hat, sling something else
Tanita tanita, my head on the scales
Cats line up tia tamera (too dark)
No one selling seashells

Nothing to chase
Sit ′round, smoke weed, do nothing today
FIFA, FIFA
Pub toilets, packets, and geezers
Que gotta wait
Job search meeting moving the date
Big grin smiley face on my plate
Throwing up, my stomach rearranging
Head feels strange and it's only getting stranger

Silver spoon got rust
Residue on me got dust
Know I′m wrong, but don't give a fuck
Head feel like hell waking up
Wake me up, never not late
Cobwebs in my brain
New day, still feel the same
Feel like I got hit by a train


Silver spoon got rust
Residue on me got dust
Know I'm wrong, but don′t give a fuck
Head feel like hell waking up
Wake me up, never not late
Cobwebs in my brain
New day, still feel the same
Feel like I got hit by a train

Missed the bus, see it speed it off
Bus driver′s a cunt, takes one to know one
Furlough lows and highs
Mum's in, so I can′t smoke inside, got a smokers cough
Skip college ain't asher roth, I too′s rothy blues
Die anyway what I got to lose
New day, one loop getting hitting snooze

Loose change in my pocket, chase ice creams vans
Knockdown ginger, I keep knocking
New bond street, eyeing up roleys
Shop windows I get lost in
Try and be what everyone wants, make everyone happy
Switching everything off
Now everything's wrong and you stand outside ′til everything's gone

Trackies fruit of the loom
Doom, pray my payment come soon
Bad way from K spoons
High road, hide my face from the goons
Electric scooters scoot past
Rack in the red lion toilet urinal nasty

Say I feel nothing hardly
Feeling the rush from the tip of the car key
I feel like leaving, hear somebody knocking
Must be the waitress cleaning
So I smile, face in the mirror, facing these demons
Pub closed and I should be home
Work in a.m., quick change clothes
Threw up on the train on my way
Letters with red letters on in my home

Silver spoon got rust
Residue on me got dust
Know I'm wrong, but I don′t give a fuck
Head feel like hell waking up
Wake me up, never not late
Cobwebs in my brain
New day, still feel the same
Feel like I got hit by a train

Silver spoon got rust
Residue on me got dust
Know I′m wrong, but don't give a fuck
Head feel like hell waking up
Wake me up, never not late
Cobwebs in my brain
New day, still feel the same
Feel like I got hit by a train