| [Hook] | |
| 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 | |
| [Verse 1] | |
| 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. | |
| [Hook] | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| 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. | |
| [Hook x2] |
| Hook | |
| 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 | |
| Verse 1 | |
| Cotching in the Skoda. Gungrey 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. | |
| Hook | |
| Verse 2 | |
| 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. | |
| Hook x2 |
| Hook | |
| 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 | |
| Verse 1 | |
| Cotching in the Skoda. Gungrey 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. | |
| Hook | |
| Verse 2 | |
| 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. | |
| Hook x2 |
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