Ed Morris - Progress / What's another scare

Familiarise yourself with the workings of my business
Get the wrong time, you'll be added to the hit list
Jotting down names, check it twice like it's Christmas
A gift to myself, cross it off with no witness
There's two sides to every single story
I silenced all the flips so I can take the glory
Keep your eyes on me for the published inventory
Why don't you dig my grave, throw the body in the quarry
The lorry, take away the stock
So I knock down, clock down, go back to baby in the nightgown
Bring the flock round, lock down
Not being kind to you, so you don't even have to talk down
What I'm saying, go back to where you stay
Leave me the fuck alone, or get on your knees and pray
I change, every single day
But I'm done with all the bollocks, so just turn the other way
I'm twenty, with the mind of an old man
Seen too much, so relying on a tin can
Been so stuck, only ever wanted me fans
I do it for the love, progress, progress
I'm twenty, with the minds of an old man
Seen too much, so relying on a tin can
Been so stuck, only ever wanted me fans
I do it for the love, progress, I'm my own Stan
Digest the test, flipping, now I'm feeling the best
Stressed, a mess, tipping, now she's getting undressed
Guest no rest, living, for the constant contest
Blessed, a nest, giving, all for your request
Always working and flirting, while my burden is skirting
Keep on serving and serving, I'll do everything for you
Keep on learning the person, never curving your nursing
I am certain you're perfect, I wouldn't say it if not true
You hear that man, I only speak from the heart
If I say I'ma kill you, you better move fast
If you hear me say I feel, you'll get added to my draft
I won't try to reveal you, I'll watch from the dark
I'm twenty, with the mind of an old man
Seen too much, so relying on a tin can
Been so stuck, only ever wanted the fans
I do it for the love, progress, I'm my own Stan
I'm twenty, with the minds of an old man
Seen too much, so relying on a tin can
Been so stuck, only ever wanted the fans
I do it for the love, progress
I never fucking hear anyone say that they wanna help another human out
So why always shout about that stupid shit and grow up and try and fix it man
Try and fix this shit
We all live on the same planet so show some love and deal with it
I'm not saying I'm perfect, I do the same thing
But at least I try, so it's not the same thing
This one might get a bit deep
Three foot down, two fifty miles from the town
Never feel like I'm around, always let man down
But you let man down
Time to pour another brown, too much might drown, outta bed in a gown
But I'm feeling clean, watch the gold coz it sheen
I mean shine like me, not on glide like me
Point break just me, at one with the sea
Whatever I say, certain man won't agree
And that used to always be an issue
Still blocked up like I need a tissue
Thoughts run wild, never want a preview
Never get to escape, read the words for a review
Subject matter always changing, I got a slit wrists but I feel amazing
Sometimes think I need help cause I'm breaking
Curled up on the floor in a pool shaking
Then other days I couldn't be better
Think the weather a measured but the pressure adds up
Back to lesser, my feather, get wetter, what's up
Act like leather, forever, I'm clever, shut up
It's just a lot too hot to handle
Only up for a bit, there's not space on the mantle
I shrink back down, I'm cracked, got scrambled
Never evergreen, I'm stuck in the channel
I can speak from experience, everything can get too much
Caught in a rut, not able to get up
But you persevere, let skin get worse for wear
Hide arms from the kitchen ware
Sometimes need to shout and swear
I've done it before, what's another scare
Balled up tight, what's another scare
Lights too bright, what's another scare
Never feel right, what's another scare
Shoes on tight, what's another scare
Balled up tight, what's another scare
Lights too bright, what's another scare
Never feel right, what's another scare
Shoes on tight, what's another scare
I'm twenty, with the mind of an old man
Seen too much, so relying on a tin can
Been too stuck, only ever wanting the fans
I do it for the love, progress on my own side
I'm twenty, with the mind of an old man
Seen too much
Been so stuck, only ever wanting the fans
I do it for the love, progress, progress

Written by:
Edward Morris

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