TITLE TRACK - Lee Scott

I come out swinging but lost it in round two

Probably cause i started drinking vodka around two

You getting left behind like a problem i outgrew

Do you know who this song is about?

you

Uncivil attack, its not drunk dribble its rap

My chances are getting slimmer

Fuck trimming the fat

Have it all warts n all

I put me foot down when i saw the wall

Paranoid private number calling sore

Hello?

Don’t speak to me I’ve heard it all

Declaring war so peacefully

Im on me own frequency

You’re trying to chew me inner

Rigid dregs to a new beginning

Breaking eggs and thinking you can fix em

Flip the truth its fiction

I do this shit and you can listen

Stupid grinning through these trying times

With tired eyes, wise

Drawing vertical lines through minus signs

‘cause i dont like talking, im depressed

One word answers, lou reed talking to the press

Yes, no, maybe so.

ticking a lot

I disagree with all three, it is and its not

I spun out of a tight situation unamused

With the finesse of prince dancing in high heel shoes

Im unreal for-real, i wind you up like

Reel to reel, and unseal the deal (uh)

Im a troubled man, i dont want no trouble man

You said, then shun your hand

And shook your can instead

Ignoring the signs, walking towards your demise

Life is like a lord of the flies, a book i haven’t read

Jumping in at the deep end, blind

A good friend im giving you free tens for five

Mate, arrive late, for my demise

Wise, prepping my own medicine

Slicing limes