Finished I Ain't - Lyrics - Ghostpoet

I want to shout out All those people who left me to mourn Who didn't bite lips yeah I've got scorn KFC bucket-load born in the South but want to get North Now I've got dreams but they're mixed up in the puddles of the mind And I need time: Casio, Seiko, Diesel, whatever It's my United K of Whatever I ain't too clever with this like chips spit whenever the weather Feel much better This spare endeavours got me engrossed like birds of a feather I bought me some leather But I ain't satisfied Life on the gritty side is hard at best I beat on my chest to blow out all the cobwebs im feeling, needing Much more revealing, much more revealing but I ain't finished I just ain't finished I just ain't finished I got tonnes in my brain I've got to get it out I just ain't finished I just ain't finished I got tonnes in my brain I've got to get it out Scream and shout, shake it all about And when a little nervous I just jiggle it about You know what I'm talking about I won't just shout it out Start talking air like late night telly-shopping Used to think 'Damn I'm nothing' Little Voice dont lose sight Lifes too short just to give up now So I gain upper lit It's the apocolypse of doubting, wallowing and dry-mouth-swallowing And seek some solitude creating a latitude and formed an attitude of 'go go get it' And I won't quit at it Cut me a P right Hemmorhage try triple nines on traction Please don't think I won't go for my art And ashes in the wind all the way to the stars And over the mountains and over the cars And reincarnate and come back to the start What they say and what they done This all looks plain under the sun like These are all the same to me I see untrained history I'm like what they say and what they done This all looks plain under the sun like These are all the same to me Untrained history