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labreylien - booze ain't good for business lyrics

[verse 1]
thursday night and we’re making mediocre deals
over the tenth pint of white stripe
courtesy of the company credit card of course
along with the borrowed bragging rights
it’s the essence of innovation
bonding over salt and vinegar crisps and liquid inspiration
marginal creation fuelled by fiction and inflated conversation
proceedings swiftly move to the porcelain shrine where
dead minds align over the sacred pastures of white lines and rolled up fives
it’s gеtting cosy in the toilets spewing еxistential anecdotes
but i’m feeling f+ckin’ terrible
bright lights and bloodshot eyes, and a busted nose that looks like barry manilow

[chorus]
spewed up on the uber driver
and i got caught p+ssing on the night bus
almost had a fight in the queue at the kebab shop
yeah, i got home but i lost a fiver
then i tripped up on my shoes in the kitchen
fell up the stairs now my fingers bleeding
cheesy chips mixed up with rizzla
i said booze ain’t good for business

[post+chorus]
see, it’s quite likely that i swapped numbers with several individuals
even though nine times out of ten
the endeavour remains residual
a waste of time
but mostly harmless and benign
it’s worth mentioning though
i think we got on alright
[verse 2]
i’m getting bored of it and i can’t even really afford it no more
but i’m just seduced by that bottomless desire
to get sparked like an open wire
happy hour honesty splurging out of me like a verbal diabetic
in need of a mars bar
early onset self inflicted dementia
punching holes and kicking dimensions
now we’re talking shoestring budgets and chimeric dreams
6 figures made from purple plasticine along
with gold plated hand shakes
laced with sweat and nicotine
i think i’ve had enough though
i think it’s just time to get my coat and f+ckin’ leave

[middle]
the next day i’m still seeing triple
and there’s dried sick all over my pillow
i’m lay there like a fully clothed bent neck sloth
cemented mouth, like a dried carpet with extra crust
woken up to the sound, to the sound of her shouting
“oi you! no shoes on the couch, you know this ain’t a hotel”
[chorus]
spewed up on the uber driver
and i got caught p+ssing on the night bus
almost had a fight in the queue at the kebab shop
yeah, i got home but i lost a fiver
then i tripped up on my shoes in the kitchen
fell up the stairs now my fingers bleeding
cheesy chips mixed up with rizzla
i said booze ain’t good for business
spewed up on the uber driver
and i got caught p+ssing on the night bus
almost had a fight in the queue at the kebab shop
yeah, i got home but i lost a fiver
then i tripped up on my shoes in the kitchen
fell up the stairs now my fingers bleeding
cheesy chips mixed up with rizzla
i said booze ain’t good for business

- labreylien lyrics

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