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rye shabby - face the world lyrics

[verse 1: rye shabby]
all she’s eating is the salad
mine’s medium rare
drop a red in the brain that’s bleeding erratic
i can feel it (i can feel it)
an arms length away and you ain’t reaching what we’re grabbing
i let the speakers speak, they’re leaking while we’re panning (panning)
stranded in language, some start blank white but i’ve abandoned my canv-ss to paint the whole f-cking island
i just camp on the atlas
you fake net-warrior, i just landed a catfish
stranded in madness, i smear my thoughts up the wall (up the wall)
outer-city boy rampage make a f-cking angel shout a gritty noise
two faces in the mirror looking back the devil in dots
i’ll call her when i call her, forever being lost
open the trap, yeah there’s just a feather in the box, no meal today but feeling grey
dirt and mud see worms and slugs, not gold hot souls on persian rugs like

[hook: rye shabby & unknown female vocals]
purple clouds i’m seeing bright skies, (bright skies)
in a winter when’s there’s nothing but a night time, (night time)
they’re pushing me to face the world now, (they’re pushing me)
they’re pushing me to face the world now, (they’re pushing me)
purple clouds i’m seeing bright skies, (bright skies)
in a winter when there’s nothing but a night time, (night time)
they’re pushing me to face the world now
they’re pushing me to face the world now

[verse 2: rye shabby]
chasing dreams like chasing currency
chased by city rats that’s gritty and raining they hurry me
down a black hole
looking shady, feeling mean when i’m strolling and fiending for a spag bol
chilling while the cab rolls, the driver tries small talk and buddy and you’re all stalk
they’re all trappy and trappy, shut your b-tch up
she’s all flappy and happy
and i’m no-one, yet
check the clique, we’ve got loads on deck, you’ve got
no talent but you’ve got hopes on cheque right?
shab city you can’t cope on set like
call 999 or the s-x line, now you missed us
i ain’t slept for days, i look and live rough
mixed up, you ain’t a rapper you’re just rick ross
but giving up ain’t just ain’t [nick bud?]
f-ck your riff-raff, this is riff-rough (puff puff puff)

- rye shabby lyrics

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