[Verse 1: Alex Osiris]

Life’s got me like someone’s pissed in my cornflakes
This ball ache that I carry with me last all day
Got blue balls from this white girl with poor taste
With green eyes called jade tryna’ be called bae
It’s fuckin long
Red mist I see
Red mist I see
I need a siesta please
Lay next to me
She say she can’t she tell me no
I say she go and hope she don’t remember me
Remember shut the door on the way out
And shut ya mouth while you’re at it
Now fuckin breeze
Wine tasting time waster playing a fuckin' tease
I didn’t even get dome
And I think she’s stolen my weed
She got sticky fingers
And really I figured that’d be me
So I chase out the door
But she gone and so are my keys
What a day!

[Chorus 1: Miles Kane]
Rumbling out
Tumbling down
Something moving overhead
Like thun (x4) Like thunderclouds
Got jump today
Bumped today
Dumped today
What’s today?

[Verse 2: Wallace Rice]

Papa’s anniversary I thought It was a month away
Not my day, not my day
Summer day but it rains
Before I had a date with my baby
I tried my luck on fucking slot machines
Put my money and my keys on unlucky number 8
And quick as 123 lost my monthly fucking wage
What a fucking day
Brother not today
Puddles filled with rain
Young mothers filled with shame
Such a shame
She was meant a lawyer in her dreams
Beauty queen Slept with 27 man at 17
There’s she lays with no allies on estate in a state
With two babies just wrapped up in a blanket like a rabbi
But honey won’t be judge on what a n***a and friend say
Let’s kick their bad energy like sensei
I was speeding through the traffic with my shit playing out the stereo Bumping today was a good day
When my dog from around the way sent a text saying
The other day your n***a crack in the whip kunta kinte
Lord have mercy Protect his soul until the end day
Just a inmate visualise get out and get paid
We want it in doubles no humps like Wednesday
Money coming undelay undelay like a esse comprende
[Chorus 2: Miles Kane]

Rumbling out
Tumbling down
Something moving overhead
Like thun (x4) Like thunderclouds

[Verse 3: Dream Mclean]

Ohhh shit here we go again
Lost my wallet again again again
Groundhog Day again
Will I bounce back guess it depends
Lord won't you buy me a benz
Black leather seats and a v8 engine
You can just put it on expenses init
Long way from coming to my senses init
Ohhh shit here we go again
Stuck on spin cycle never ends
Claiming youre the best
Cause they said u was then
But could you do it in stoke on a wet wednes-
Day in the life my brother
Cut off the wife and the wifis cut off
On a knife edge I might just slip up
Phone ring pick up
Snakes slither
Fucking deliveries man they don't deliver
Ordered food and it comes cold I shiver
On my way to leave I trip up
Tryna save p p p p pick up
Pack of that pack
And back the liqueur
Obviously fuck man
What else you gonna do when the heating don't work in winter United can't win a match
I can't get a match on tinder