Late Lunch in Little Venice

Lyrics

Verse 1
​Yeah,
Look,
I’m sitting poolside, thinking 'bout the deep end,
How a casual Friday turns into a weekend—
Of sirens and silence, and brothers you can't defend,
Trying to mend a broken cycle that’ll never bend.
They’re chasing the "Cleaner" life, 12 gauge and a house plant,
But the reality’s a basement, cold and stagnant.
I seen 'em trade the "Standard" for a bit of synthetic,
Now the lifestyle they’re Flexing is looking pathetic.
Me? I’m more "Wedding Rings" with the focus,
Hocus pocus, I disappeared from the locus.
I remember the stairwells, the scent of the "Thames" fog,
Trying to stay a pedigree in a world of a stray dog.
​Chorus
​It’s the lifestyle, the silk and the gravel of it,
Trying to keep your head while you’re in the travel of it.
From the council blocks to the gallery floor,
Always wanting more, but what’s it all for?
Yeah, it’s just the lifestyle.
​Verse 2
​Yo,
Check the "Beg Friend" energy, I’m dodging the leeches,
They want the "Bread & Butter" but they’re stuck on the beaches—
Of a mental prison, thinking that the bag is the soul,
But the bag’s got a leak and you’re losing control.
I’m at the bistro, ordered the sea bass,
Watching the "Nice & Good" life through a tinted glass.
It’s a "No-Go" for the ego, I kept my spirit intact,
While they’re out here moving "Standard" and losing the tact.
I took the "Breakfast" at dusk and I made it a mood,
Refined the palate, I’m picky with the food.
I’m pushing the tribe, but I’m pulling the strings,
While they’re still out here waiting for what the "Standard" brings.
Proper.