Roswell Pits ft. Crusoe Lyrics

Trekking through the fens, ain't never had a vehicle

I lost a couple friends now I want whatever's meaningful

The feelings terrible but after that is bearable

It's aging just like something I wouldn't put into my cereal

It's clumped up and mucky

Spliff looking stuffy

Grab another henry and wave bye bye to my money

And it's funny how fast a whole crew can disperse

And what makes this shit worse is it still hurts

In this verse, I don't wanna be chatting about agony

I'll happily flip the script, just to save my sanity

We're linking Bazil then we hit the pits rapidly

And before we know it we're up 40 feet, casually

This is something that cannot be replicated, and the company I'm rolling with could not be duplicated

Were a family and that's exactly how we demonstrate it

Never let a stupid bitch get in between us, she wouldn't make it

This is, real shit that I'll be spitting till I retire

Robbing the station of paper just to start a fire

I'll be spitting straight facts, like you're calling me a liar

I'll be saying hang back, like I can't get any higher

Now the smoke is in the air whilst we're bumping lynyrd skynyrd

Nobody can stop and stare, cause there ain't nobody with us

Gives me shivers when I reminisce about the Ely river

Whatever I've ever needed the fens have always delivered

Vibe at the pits with a fat bag of piff

Grass ain't greener on the other side

Catch my drift, as I rhyme to the riff, that's sick

Now we're humming to the lullaby

That's a hell of a view to behold in your youth when you're hopelessly colourblind

Coz if you ain't gotta fight and you ain't gotta cry, grass ain't greener on the other side

Dear diary it's a long time since I wrote

And stopped by to divulge

These plot lines, like long knives at my throat

Some see the stop signs and bop by despite those

They chance on the Klondike, swab twice then strike gold

And change their hand, not me but a braver man

The stable hand with skeletons he buried in a paper pad of prose

Now we dating back the bones

But the closet got a bogart in the shape of that you hold without confronting

I came to crack the codes that bound the dungeon

So triumphant as I take the rabbit hole, went down to London

And discovered their a dozen way that you can flirt with evil

But won't escape the catacombs without corruption

And I'm lucky that I've seen the world, I've been beyond the fens

I've been atop the mountain just to teeter on the edge

I've been across the fence man and Alex isn't wrong

Coz that grass ain't green than the patch we sitting on

What's it even mean

Flashbacks spinning in a bottle green reprise

The image of the pits like a fossil we can keep

But the pang inside the heart would see the prophecy complete

What's it even worth

I had a dozen friends and I promised each the earth

All we have to show is the fossils we preserved

And this sense that every promise in the prophecy was cursed

Vibe at the pits with a fat bag of piff

Grass ain't greener on the other side

Catch my drift, as I rhyme to the riff, that's sick

Now we're humming to the lullaby

That's a hell of a view to behold in your youth when you're hopelessly colourblind

Coz if you ain't gotta fight and you ain't gotta cry, grass ain't greener on the other side