Do We Really Care? Pt. 1 - Tom Grennan

Hot town, summer in the city

Back of my neck getting dirty gritty

Been down, isn’t it a pity

Doesn’t seem to be a shadow in the city

All around, people looking half-dead

Walking on the sidewalk, hotter than a match head

It ain’t affect us

We get correct novels and neglecting

There’s summer in the city

Those shadows already checked in the

Couple of them, struggles again

Don’t want it with them

Don’t let

One or two struggle again

'Till it hits home

So many gimmicks alone

Now push these limits, social physics

Fool, to come on they phone and say

«Smile for the camera»

Natural, making gritty glamorous

Defect from all these unpaid actors

Madness has happened

Nobody panicking, that damaging damage and claps the callousness, that’s fatuous

And they know what’s factual

In actual fact the world’s been whacked

And you don’t care and yes, I get that but

I need a little later, I’m a

I’m a write-up

And I’m planning right from wrong though I knew it all along

Seems the summer in the city, and there’s always one to come

Hot town, summer in the city

Back of my neck getting dirty gritty

Been down, isn’t it a pity

Doesn’t seem to be a shadow in the city

All around, people looking half-dead

Walking on the sidewalk, hotter than a match head

I seen it all

I seen the scene like a spectacle

Susceptible, diseases treated like a fucking festival

No quarantine or worry-tine like «Is this mess amendable?»

Obsession over wrongful leaders, made 'em all electable

I’m best of all

They’re the biggest criminals, who arrest 'em all

Blacks all identical

Lifestyle symmetrical

Let’s not forget them females in third-worlds

It’s so unethical

They’re meant for you

Sit on your arse

Make this shit acceptable

Don’t nations, don’t do zilt

Them’s playin' hide-and-seek with this youte just to pride your guilt

But when they got you on that stretcher, could you treasure all those gestures

or you 'bout to die alone?

History, everyone forgets ya

'Cause we rushing regrets

And we doing these bullets like it’s Russian Roulette, nah nah

Rushing regrets

We’ll dodge these bullets like it’s Russian Roulette

Hot town, summer in the city

Back of my neck getting dirty gritty

Been down, isn’t it a pity

Doesn’t seem to be a shadow in the city

All around, people looking half-dead

Walking on the sidewalk, hotter than a match head