Rotten luck

[Intro]
Yo yo, yeah yeah, one two one two
Hey hey, hey hey, yeah yeah, ah ha
I got dust from space in my lungs
I got love and hate on my tongue
Tryna to find my way on the run

[Verse 1]
I felt I was made of fibreglass, got up and felt quite bizarre
See we’re fragile by nature, sign of our inner demons intervening
Hit like we can’t think the meaning in anything we doing
But we’re trying to drift through and look for the brighter moments
Heart was wider open when I started to trust
Piling up the pressure like we can’t combust
Self sacrifice, without the knowledge of it
Spat my drink out, shit I spit a lot of knowledge
I’m nodding off and drifting away, missing for days
I will call you when I need something
Which from you would be never, that’s a foolish endeavour
I was scooped from the heavens in a dump truck
Jumped in the back and then stuck both my thumbs up
The tyres went, I was headed back to earth on that funky ride again

[Chorus]
I got dust from space in my lungs
I got love and hate on my tongue
Tryna to find my way on the run
While everybody fighting for scraps like there is not enough
Don’t get yours, they say it’s rotten luck
Dropping excuses, nah that is not enough
Don’t get yours, they say it’s rotten luck
Dropping excuses, nah that is not enough

[Verse 2]
It was looking like hell
Looking like help wasn’t coming so I helped myself
Smoke from the ears, shit I must have blown a fuse or too
On an IV like 4 in Roman numerals
In the bed looking like a bag of lunch meat
Needle shots in my arms, feeling like a junkie
The other heads looking fucked
And they leave to smoke outside while hooked up to machines
I flee with the urgency, scenes are disturbing me
Open heart without a surgery when they heard me speak
Turning beef into candle-lit meals for two
I’m a nice guy, what the fuck should I do ?
It’s like learning to walk again
Re-learn, fresh start and now we’re born again
Got ’em swinging to the symphony we orchestrate
Felt like I was done with it until I got a call again

[Chorus]
I got dust from space in my lungs
I got love and hate on my tongue
Tryna to find my way on the run
While everybody fighting for scraps like there is not enough
Don’t get yours, they say it’s rotten luck
Dropping excuses, nah that is not enough
Don’t get yours, they say it’s rotten luck
Dropping excuses, nah that is not enough