My Way

[Intro]
Door..
[Verse]
Yo.. Tuesday, Thursday, Wednesday, a day, a daze
Turn up on a Tuesday telling you the Planet's yours
Pack your thoughts, you're gallivanting with this astronaut
Crash, abort and land on saturn back for crack of dawn, stretch your back & you're relaxed
A pack of maggots swarm
So write my name in lower-case, phone your mates & tell them James broke his sober stage
Over cagey, never spoken when I won't engage
I smoke all day& play the broken Casio, you know?
The Brain
The brain's strange, it lays lazy in the canister
Staggers off thе freight train to paint in front of cameras
A tab of acid adaptive to manic charactеr
Start a massive flash, in a manner regarded as amateur
Mr. Wag the theatrics, a bag of spanners
Chuck them in the galaxy & saturate the bangers!
And I ain't watching for your day jobs
I'm polishing my rocket, for this polyphonic take off
Proper novice state of what you wanted, but you ain't got
Rather watch your mates pop & celebrate with hate, what
Wonder around this land of doubt with infinite potential
You wait for hand me downs, I'm living through this pencil
Fill an instrumental up with spiritual credentials
See you try & mirror love with shimmers in your wet pools
It's Different. I said it's different
And I ain't here to hate, I'm here to separate your system

[HOOK]
Turn up on a Tuesday
Acting like it's Friday!
Tying up my boot lace
My Way, My Way!
Slapping off your toupee
Backing of your booze mate
Whose mate are you mate?
My Mate! My Mate!

Turn up on a Tuesday
Acting like it's Friday!
Tying up my boot lace
My way, My Way!
Slapping off your toupee
Backing of your booze mate
Whose mate are you mate?
My Mate! Why Mate?

Turn up on a Tuesday
Acting like it's Friday!
Tying up my boot lace
My Way, My Way!
Slapping off your toupee
Backing of your booze mate
Whose mate are you mate?
My Mate! My Mate!

[VERSE 2]
Prawns dangle off the chain with the lobster attached
Cold sagging, with a face like a colostomy bag
-Get off of me slag!
You fly bitches never get me
I like my chicken fried crispy on a jetski!
Under melody, rev it and neck an ecstasy
And treat the village fucking park bench like a leather seat
Age whatever, mate you're clever, if you dare to speak
I'd rather perish with a sentence, than an empty squeak
Bucket stashed, we packing nothing but this lump of hash
Crashing dummies into motherfucking rubbish bags!
I made 20 G's today, and there ain't nothing that the police can take or even say!
James dreams in a scene he made
And takes pieces to clean the safe in secret caves
I believe Jesus would dream with aids and best mates with the people you people hate

[HOOK]
Turn up on a Tuesday
Acting like it's Friday!
Tying up my boot lace
My Way, My Way!
Slapping off your toupee
Backing of your booze mate
Whose mate are you mate?
My Mate! My Mate!

Turn up on a Tuesday
Acting like it's Friday!
Tying up my boot lace
My way, My Way!
Slapping off your toupee
Backing of your booze mate
Whose mate are you mate?
My Mate! Why Mate?

Turn up on a Tuesday
Acting like it's Friday!
Tying up my boot lace
My Way, My Way!
Slapping off your toupee
Backing of your booze mate
Whose mate are you mate?
My Mate! My Mate