POPES OF CHILLITOWN - CRASHMAT (Official Video)

The first single from the new album ’Take A Picture’. Out NOW on Criminal Records. Crash mat Allow that Time is linear the world’s still flat Life’s life That’s that Gonna stand on my feet Not die on my back No safety net No strings attached Man, it’s real as it gets So please stand back Lateral thinker, casual drinker One-dimension I meet my end You think you’re in but they pull you back out In at the deep end No messing about No stress push out the chest And we hope for the best Lest we forget Yeah just allow it brev Yeah just allow This floor’s invisible I’m sure that I’ve been here before; sipping on port, sitting in shorts Run home like a road runner I’ve never been caught Focused on my own survival Right now well you know that it’s vital Be mindful, not self-entitled Once in a night, more than eye-full So, so sorry A thousand apologies Blessings to be on your house Come quietly Calm down Give it a try and you might find out Night crawls my life’s not insured But I’m dying Climbing the walls But allow it allow Yeah allow it allow (Full metal allow) Arms down to the side Just guns No hands no knives this time Raw tunnel vision Know I’ll survive I’ve been tired all of my life Group chat Laudat Chinese New Year fear for the bat White lion Death trap 9 lives one down 8 more cracks My mind’s occupied with the sound of the hats My eyes so tired man I’m bound to collapse Lateral drinker, casual thinker See that I’m close the to the brink my “friend” You think you’re in but they pull you back out In at the deep end Come quietly Come down When I say come around come around This town (my mind) Mine now Give it a try but you might find out I’d take my own life but it’s insured Man I’m dying I’m climbing the wall Not gone. Still me Full metal and harsh yeah Allow allow allow Yeah Allow it allow Full metal allow Is there any room left for me here? Can I get a seat on the floor of the train to nowhere? Well it’s the same every day I’m just going through the motions I’m talking, yeah I’m bleeding my soul And you’re sucking it up through a straw Sucking it up through a straw (Long ting)