Glottal FM

Lyrics

I used to write shit quietly to myself like my phone might grass me up
skinny white kid with a notes app acting like its a rap book
thinking, nah, who the fuck am I in this world to chat this much

then you laughed

funny thing is
you shouldve kept a straight face

I wrote words in the back of my head for years
never said em out loud or let em leave
phone died, notes gone, I didnt even grieve
just another lost folder full of rhymes about me
where I was waffling to myself without a hope in it
putting my busted thoughts behind a busted screen
a hook in the bath, three lines on a bus
then a new phone came and I just deleted the scenes

a skinny white kid
I didnt fit in the rap world or go to the clubs
didnt fit in the movies when I pictured the parts
a thin skinny kid with a phone full of crap
at times I had that shit acting like a second heart
so I buried it away, called it a day
wrote jokes about myself first so nobody could aim
kept all the happiness and sadness hidden like shame
writing was a rotating lock and I lived in the safe
but I was getting good and I knew it as well
thats the bit I pretended I couldnt tell
a line would land in my hand and Id sit there smiling to myself
like Id just picked the lock on that same fucking safe of a cell

then I showed you one page
one song, A Crack In The Wall
fucking stupid attempt at trust
and you laughed like a cunt at it all

little did I know you was that crack in the wall

now I want my songs on the radio
not for the charts or for the fucking applause
I want there to be no escape from me in your speakers
screaming fuck you, you prick, this track was always yours

you made me mute so I say fuck a frequency
you made me a joke, but I got the last laugh
Im writing brass to replace the confidence you stole
now Im pinning your hands to the cross cos

fuck you on FM
fuck you in the AM
fuck you in the car, I hope this part kicks in at the traffic lights
fuck you from the kid that you laughed at in spite
now the man kicks the door in ... twice

I deleted the lot, yeah, I agree, dramatic as fuck
but I didnt delete the disease
just let it sit on my tongue for years
chewing it during sleep as it was pulling out my teeth
then you left my life and the dam went with the stream
what came out werent healing, it came armed and shooting hatred through a touchscreen, grief in a glass
rage doing laps round working class art

fuck, I wrote a shit load of songs, stories, notes, full books in a burst
like my head had been stacked to the tip with illegal fireworks
years of hiding shit turned into a flood
I started writing like revenge had agreed to work

never shared shit with a soul after that
well...
Suno put sounds to these long dead files
gave breath to the glass I forgot Id made
small & Stupid but still stood up smiling
roadrunner repeatedly sprinted out of its cage
moonlight in the sky with its chin held high
fifteen years buried and still has life
fuck, got me sat here thinking, you stupid bastard
I was right, I was right, I was fucking right
Im not perfect or polished by any means
brought out old songs that I never thought would shine
and everything since has sharpened
while all along you were the punchline wasting my time

now I want my songs on the radio
not for the charts or for the fucking applause
I want there to be no escape from me in your speakers
screaming fuck you, you prick, this track was always yours

you made me mute so I say fuck a frequency
you made me a joke, but I got the last laugh
Im writing brass to replace the confidence you stole
now Im pinning your hands to the cross cos

fuck you on FM
fuck you in the AM
fuck you in the car, I hope this part kicks in at the traffic lights
fuck you from the kid that you laughed at in spite
now the man kicks the door in ... twice

fuck you in your playlists
fuck you from the stage
fuck you from five Google accounts that aged
fuck you from all these lost notes I managed to save

fuck you, mate

I used to write shit quiet

now fucking turn me up



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