Skala West

I fear a lot of things, but not karma

Live in blue shadows, cold parma

Intentions are pure, I just wish it would work harder

f**k Boris Johnson, I struggle with Keir Starmer

Like tryna choose between vomit or warm lager

I work my way, I don't know if I work smarter

Honest in a booth, then joke to the world after

Feels like drugs when causing a girl's laughter

Mandy in my Rizzo, I vomit like Pearl Harbor

Labels on my neck like new hoodies

He don't know my mind, but why would he?

Tryna stitch me up, like how could he?

I just wanna live my life and never do a nine-to-five

If he could give his privacy away, then why should he?