This One feat. CW Jones & Illaman – Chinese Man, Scratch Bandits Crew, Baja Frequencia


Well you Give me hope in my heart To pull apart the stitches in the dark Where I lay on my own There’s nothing left to do but take this home These skies never seemed so grey,
These skies never seemed so grey These skies never seemed so grey,
These skies never seemed so grey I need to get away I need to get away I need to get away Don’t act like you’re speaking truth When you got nothing to say Why you making this hard for me ? and why’d you walk away ? This one’s for the people that would find it hard to breath This one’s for the poor, for the beaten and diseased This one’s for the people that are poorly in their head This one’s for the masses This one’s for the people that are up all night, barely sleeping This is for the dreamers that are still dreaming At 5am, I need to get to bed and i’ll be right again This one’s for the youths with their empty cupboards This one’s for the families that were lacking mothers This one’s for the families that were lacking fathers But still they’d harness, enough love to bridge their dramas This one’s for the beaten down and broken This one’s for the people with them broken hearts This one’s for the people that can’t leave their beds This one’s for the masses These skies never seemed so grey,
These skies never seemed so grey These skies never seemed so grey,
These skies never seemed so grey I need to get away I need to get away Don’t act like you’re speaking truth When you got nothing to say Why you making this hard for me ? And why’d you walk away ? Ain’t nothing better than feeling happiness in silence Comfort in your skin, supreme bliss, its the nicest Glass of fine wine and grade, quick aeroplane to Spain for Paella plates and grapes Summertime skates in capes Superhero shit, put a wasteman in a place Lay and rest your face for disrespecting Dave They can’t interrupt my wave, can’t block my sunlight, soul on the sleeve, let’s all vibe and hum nice Sing the same song, move in unison for a minute, I think we all need better, ain’t nobody grinning Quarter past 6, thinking pub food and pints fam Argue with the wise men, we’ll engulf all your pies man

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