Accordéon (Short Version) Lyrics

The morning rolled off me, as I downed a black coffee

My vision stay misty, stay sticky like toffee

My girl stays cross at me, cos I don't know the cost to be

Living this life, like this mission is lost to me

Im 20%, still not paying my rent

But im staying unbent, swaying on my fence

I'm undecided, at the place where im resided

Which the government provided

So why you try and hide it

I'm like 20,000 under

Every time I blunder, I wonder

When I'll light the sky up with the thunder

Im singing "aye currumba" as I waken from my slumber

Success is like the lottery

I pick a random number

So welcome to the twilight

I'm checking out the skylight

Im checking out the nightlight

Checking out my eyesight deteriorating

Lost in my own delirium, deleraelium

Living inside the aquarium

So breathe in with me, and lets see where the story is

Skip to the good part, and get to where my glory is

Emerging victorious, that much is obvious

Hard to be a real man in this rap land misogynist

Hard to keep moving as im walking through the boggiest

Hard to keep moving as im walking through the boggiest

Of waters, thinking of stuff you never thought of

Stored in the back of my mind like some sort of

Art exhibition, with some parts looking missing

Im talking to your mind, but there's just parts of you that listen

So hark what you spitting, as you sit and reminisce

And i spark my ambition, and reload my ammunition

In the dark I will glisten like a poacher going fishing

I spark my ambition, and reload my ammunition

In the dark I will glisten like a poacher going fishing

I spark my ambition, and reload my ammunition

In the dark I will glisten like a poacher going fishing

I spark my ambition, and reload my ammunition

In the dark I will glisten like a poacher going fishing

I spark my ambition, and reload my ammunition

In the dark

Hold back when im waking, shaking

Up your dirty bacon, paying

Double for your rations, mashing

Up your dirty cash-in fashion

Shows it when your faking, shaking

Fists up in my breaking patience

Dont you know im pagan, making

Bridges like a mason, placing

Pieces on my chess board, gets more

Stronger by the hour, power

Tasting sweet and sour, shower

Spits upon my flower, cower

Cover from the residents

The kings and queens and presidents

Bring me to and swallow whole

Break my bones and lose control

To my roots im heathen, breathing

Life into the season, leaving

Traces of what im believing

Traces of the gold im heaving

Scheming of the life I'm leading

Feeding from the world I'm bleeding

Heeding no advice I'm needing

Fearing that nobody is steering