Powder

Bad stammer Slipping from the glitz Into the shit Prosecco starter followed by a dirty upper Ill Manors Thinking you’re plan B With your crotch between your knees Your mates are tweenies with a xenophobic grammar I recognise that place stuck in a time warp All dead behind the eyes I recognise that place stuck in a time warp All dead behind the eyes White powder You make the sweetest mouth sour White powder You make the weakest empowered Eyelashes Cheating in a pub booth Wearing Ugg boots and pyjamas Fishing for a bigger package White flashes Trapped in a cycle Of shit carpet and brown leather And an unfulfilling state of getting higher I recognise that place stuck in a time warp All dead behind the eyes I recognise that place stuck in a time warp All dead behind the eyes White powder You make the sweetest mouth sour White powder You make the weakest empowered