Snow (feat. Caitlin Sherry)

Two pints deep, alarm bells beep Start thinking, smart drinking go the whole heap Keep your nose clean, stay on the track Sweeping those clean off the rails on the back of the seat It's sweet, it'll keep you sober Drink more, spend more, night's never over Trying every number that you've stored in your phone Trying to remember if you've more of it at home Hit the cash machine, a major lift Worry about it later, twelve hour shift Tapping off Paul, ticking off Peter Happening? Crawling up the victim meter Cheater, Chester, jaw like Sylvester Eat the whole bag - in the bag - as a tester These days, never mess around half-wack You're stressed and you're heading for a massive heart attack That's more money, and that's more dough And that's more, more money that you owe That's more money, and that's more dough And that's more, more money for the O That's more money, and that's more dough And that's more, more money that you owe And that's more money, and that's more dough And that's more, more money for the O That's more money, that's more dough That's more money that you owe me That's more money, that's more dough That's more money that you owe me The morning after, heading for a cure Ignoring the laughter, you need a bag of Coke with your vodka, Coke with your rum Joking with degenerates and partying with scum Anxiety, trying to tell you to stop it None of these people have a rich man's habit So you strap it, an ounce to sell, but unless you're off it Bargain Hunt; two pound profit Cold sweat, saddled with debt I'll bring my own sniffing note, I won't forget I bet you any money I can get us sorted Living like a rock star, I can't afford it Ignore it till it all blows up in your face Tomorrow and tomorrow at a furious pace Till the last tick of the time bomb in your chest A drastic measure of the nothing that you've left That's more money, that's more dough That's more money that you owe me That's more money, that's more dough That's more money that you owe me That's more money, that's more dough That's more money that you owe me I thought it was glamorous, I thought it was cool I thought I could handle it, I followed the rules I thought it was glamorous, I thought it was cool What Tony Montana did I missed the point of the film I'm filling out the pages of this strap book And I tell ye that there's no scraps in my scrapbook I'm filling out the pages of this strap book And I tell ye that there's no scraps in my scrapbook I'm filling out the pages, and I tell ye I'm filling out the pages, I tell ye Aye I think I only hit my stride