Letra The prophet Jamie T

The prophet

There's fire in her eyes in the altercation,
She blames her poverty on her parents generation.
She says they sniffed it up the nose,
Now they want our payments.
It's fucking cold in here,
The landlords tryna make his fragrance.
And Jackie's a whiskey buddy hits him with an iron fist,
The landlord goes down swinging while you drink your buddies piss,
I don't know what to do now, that I'm definitely on the list,
I just sit back and brew with coca cola communist.

I'm glad you came and turned up next to me,
Like a grenade with the pin out at the party,
You're like a fucking hurricane next to me.
There's fire on the friends, we'll hold em' down, down.

I think she lost her looks to the beauty and terror,
She says her friends are fucked and in the fairest of weather,
She asked me is it painless? Am I humouring the brainless?
Being young and drunk and all fucked up,
And being in entertainment.
I don't ask the questions, I don't write the rules.
I'm up for suggestions, I will follow you through.
It can't be any worse than what I've been up to,
It can't be any worse than what I've been up to.

I'm glad you came and turned up next to me,
Like a grenade with the pin out at the party,
You're like a fucking hurricane next to me.
There's fire on the friends, we'll hold em' down, down.
I don't know what it is that you're doing to me,
I haven't cracked a smile since '93.
She says a pretty doll's a dull place to be,
No shit Sherlock, shooting down, down, down.

I don't ask the questions, I don't write the rules.
I'm up for suggestions, I will follow you through.
It can't be any worse than what I've been up to,
It can't be any worse than what I've been up to.
I don't ask the questions, I don't write the rules.
I'm up for suggestions, I will follow you through.
It can't be any worse than what I've been up to,
It can't be any worse than what I've been up to.

I'm glad you came and turned up next to me,
Like a grenade with the pin out at the party,
You're like a fucking hurricane next to me.
There's fire on the friends, we'll hold em' down, down.
I don't know what it is that you're doing to me,
I haven't cracked a smile since '93.
She says a pretty doll's a dull place to be,
No shit Sherlock, shooting down, down, down.