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pure gutted - stacked odds lyrics

[intro]
you know my, you know my+
i know my, i know my+
they know my, they know my+
we know my, we know my+

[verse 1]
we know my odds are stacked
i got my mirror cracked
caught in another crossfire from another attack
not my crime but the given time’s mine and that’s simply a fact
and still my life is backed into a corner by the fine
i couldn’t ever dream of paying if i even knew the currency
demanded from my pocket in this nightmare f+cking constantly
to haul my brain out of the red and cart it back to black

we know my odds are stacked
you can catch me on the road like kerouac
except i’m aiming for the fender of a passing speeding cadillac
yeah, we’re still doing that

alright then d+ckhead, what do you do on your holidays?
probably some stupid sh+t like “manage to relax”
don’t ever let that be me, please
’cause that’d be too bearable
and that just wouldn’t sit right
with the way my odds are stacked

[verse 2]
you wanna talk about stacked odds?
got less life left in me than a laptop
so stressed out from the inside lifestyle
gotta set sail but my prison is landlocked
stuck here living my life under a fat rock
god bless everybody stuck inside a bad job
and yeah
money is the blood in the earth’s dead veins
so i drizzle my will into a black box every day

[bridge]
because business is crashing
because my business is crashing
because crashing is my business
and business is good
i have got a f+cked+with state of mind
i ate dirt, so, i’m guessing i can drink some mud

[verse 3]
got my odds stacked like a chimney
when it’s global warming windy
stacked like cash, like bricks of ditch weed
like the barrels in a missile battery
you know i’ve got my odds
stacked like lionel likes ladies
stacked like lumber on a lorry going crazy
swerving and snaking across every lane
as the harnesses buckle and threaten to break
i’m not lazy; i’m trapped in a life+long death throes
can’t see the maze for the haze and the hedgerows
out of breath by the late afternoon
i was born dead… what’s your excuse?
i stack invisible accolades up
spare me the odds ’cause i don’t give a f+ck
i’m still a goddess when i can’t get out of my bed
but it’s never enough

[outro]
“life is like a pipe
and i’m a tiny penny
rolling up the walls inside”

i just need it to stop

- pure gutted lyrics

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