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context - inner city pressure lyrics

[verse 1: context]
i swear i’m living in the loudest flat
sirens all f-cking night, feeling like i’m about to snap
to top it off, yeah these kn-bheads are announcing that
they just raised the rates by 10%, yeah, on my council tax
f-ck’s sake! hungry and my fridge is empty
head in hands, reading letters debt collectors sent me
right now, i’ve got the worst case of life envy
my mate’s got a crack habit, frankly it’s starting to tempt me
yeah, and yeah my landlord’s being a p-ss taker
rats in the flat, he’s like “f-ck it, i’ll get it fixed later” (d-ck!)
mate, i’m forking out a c-ntload to live here
you d-ck taster, bell a major, sign me, need some quick paper
yeah, this city puts you through your paces
broke lads in ladbrokes with tenners wasted on the races
new shoes, p-ssing rain, mud all on my laces
“till we die gracefully, elegantly wasted”

[hook: goldie (sampled)]
inner city life
inner city pressure
inner city life
inner city pressure

[verse 2: context]
i’m feeling powerless despite my stature
p-ssed off at everything, just smashed my
laptop cause it asked me to enter a captcha
where’s my rapture, huh? they’re cutting benefits
but still afford a museum, yeah, for that tw-t margaret thatcher
p-ss takers, an authentic gimmick
got a parking ticket, i only popped in for like two minutes
how can you sleep at night? so now i’m f-cking livid
blind rage, inner city living, day of the triffids
yeah, yeah i’m wishing for an old me
conned by a deceit that life sold me
put on timeless by goldie, this is a bad
state of mind, a sea of tears, i need an angel to hold me
now i don’t want my mrs out alone at night so hurry back
she asked me why i’m worried ’bout that
cause a girl just got raped here in the alleyway that leads up to our flat, how f-cked up is that?

[hook]

[verse 3: context]
yeah, i’m tryna be an average lad
dreaming i can turn my stanzas into grands
instead i d-ck about, just hammering grams
with my mates, why not at the level my salary stands?
yeah, my mate bossing eight year as a lawyer
i’ve got blind vision, i can’t brush off a la goya
shopkeepers know what i’m on though
white face, king skins and tangfastic haribo
single mums with prams and aldi bags
supercola in the presence of some rowdy lads
what you looking at, huh? yeah allow me fam
got some rings that crack your eye sockets, think about it man
but please believe it’s peak season
and maybe i can still make it even
though i haven’t shown my full hand cause
there’s 52 cards in a deck for a decent reason

[hook]

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