"FRONT ROW SEATS" lyrics
Dictators with a fetish for still bodies
Put my gen aside. Their generation got cruel hobbies
Keep your voice down
It's full shotties for tall poppies
They want us mumbling the truth
Like we're Lil Yachty's
They're cowards
Somebody, grab the pendulum
It won't stop swinging
Think the world has been abandoned by net politicians
Child poverty is the highest that it's ever fucking been
Where's the party for that gone?
What kind of world do we live in?
It's not about an opinion of all the parties we're given
Left of right. Who gives a shit?
That's like asking permission
That ain't me
I'm still free
They think my future is written
If it was written
It was written by somebody with rhythm
Not by some man on a mission
With money-driven decisions
And I'm always left leaning
But now I'm fucking left leaning
On the side of the kitchen
They're tryna blame a religion
Be good and love more
And that's my only ambition
When will we realise
We've got front-row seats to watch it fall?
Little Miss Green Eyes
Without you I don't think I'd care at all
Book a holiday and smoke one to my new stuff, boy
Songer's not the cap rapper
I'm the goose bump, boy
This ain't magic. It's just talent
In my two lungs, boy
I'm the unsung hero
I'm the zutons, boy
I'm the Bob Dylan
Bond villain
Sharp teeth and song rhythm
Green-house stone thrower
Wondering what's wrong with 'em
High horse top sitting
Jump before hop skip n
'Cause I keep the clocks hidden
I ain't getting boxed in 'em
Wrong wire cutter
Song writer lover
Have the world and throw it on the fucking bonfire, brother
Buy another
On a different kinda level
Slowly walking by a runner
I'm a different kinda level
Type of guy to find a colour
Turn a page and show I'm really the goat
But the world don't even feel like it's really afloat
Self-written affirmations
I'm the boy with the quote
2-1-7-2 notes sat in my notes
When will we realise
We've got front-row seats to watch it fall?
Little Miss Green Eyes
Without you I don't think I'd care at all
I give a 100 to a busker for impostor syndrome
Smoke a joing and walk around
To check I locked the windows
'Til I sit in front of speakers playing voice notes from like 2017
When I had this dream
Of everything I'm seeing
Is elegant and free
I'm relevant and seen
Stepped into the scene
Was never as it seems
It's politics and limbo
Phone addictions got me too
It hurts to press the pincode
But if you're talking 'bout the greatest
Then I'm extra involved
Spending summers learning languages
I'm selfish
Tryna order wine in their mother tongue
English ignorance is overcome by the summer sun
Quiet optimism of this world
When I'm done, I'm done
I'm just one of my mother's sons
I'm sympathetic for the synaestetics
My albums only done when the colours run
I lose me just to try to be one of one
But I don't know if I can stop 'til the love is won
Put my gen aside. Their generation got cruel hobbies
Keep your voice down
It's full shotties for tall poppies
They want us mumbling the truth
Like we're Lil Yachty's
They're cowards
Somebody, grab the pendulum
It won't stop swinging
Think the world has been abandoned by net politicians
Child poverty is the highest that it's ever fucking been
Where's the party for that gone?
What kind of world do we live in?
It's not about an opinion of all the parties we're given
Left of right. Who gives a shit?
That's like asking permission
That ain't me
I'm still free
They think my future is written
If it was written
It was written by somebody with rhythm
Not by some man on a mission
With money-driven decisions
And I'm always left leaning
But now I'm fucking left leaning
On the side of the kitchen
They're tryna blame a religion
Be good and love more
And that's my only ambition
When will we realise
We've got front-row seats to watch it fall?
Little Miss Green Eyes
Without you I don't think I'd care at all
Book a holiday and smoke one to my new stuff, boy
Songer's not the cap rapper
I'm the goose bump, boy
This ain't magic. It's just talent
In my two lungs, boy
I'm the unsung hero
I'm the zutons, boy
I'm the Bob Dylan
Bond villain
Sharp teeth and song rhythm
Green-house stone thrower
Wondering what's wrong with 'em
High horse top sitting
Jump before hop skip n
'Cause I keep the clocks hidden
I ain't getting boxed in 'em
Wrong wire cutter
Song writer lover
Have the world and throw it on the fucking bonfire, brother
Buy another
On a different kinda level
Slowly walking by a runner
I'm a different kinda level
Type of guy to find a colour
Turn a page and show I'm really the goat
But the world don't even feel like it's really afloat
Self-written affirmations
I'm the boy with the quote
2-1-7-2 notes sat in my notes
When will we realise
We've got front-row seats to watch it fall?
Little Miss Green Eyes
Without you I don't think I'd care at all
I give a 100 to a busker for impostor syndrome
Smoke a joing and walk around
To check I locked the windows
'Til I sit in front of speakers playing voice notes from like 2017
When I had this dream
Of everything I'm seeing
Is elegant and free
I'm relevant and seen
Stepped into the scene
Was never as it seems
It's politics and limbo
Phone addictions got me too
It hurts to press the pincode
But if you're talking 'bout the greatest
Then I'm extra involved
Spending summers learning languages
I'm selfish
Tryna order wine in their mother tongue
English ignorance is overcome by the summer sun
Quiet optimism of this world
When I'm done, I'm done
I'm just one of my mother's sons
I'm sympathetic for the synaestetics
My albums only done when the colours run
I lose me just to try to be one of one
But I don't know if I can stop 'til the love is won
