Imposter Syndrome - Ginger Deadman

(See the world in the palm of his hands)

Sort it out tomorrow

Put it off for long

I don't wanna do it if it means I get it wrong

Oh no no

I'm no saint

I keep it going till I get that break

I'll sort it out to-

Sort it out tomorrow

Put it off for long

I don't wanna do it if it means I get it wrong

Oh no no

I'm no saint

I keep it going till I get that break

Sort it out tomorrow

Put it off for long

I could just say fuck it and go write another song

Oh no no

You know me

I'm on my grind till I'm six feet deep

Six feet deep

Y'know

I saw a thing I shouldn'ta seen

Been someone I shouldn'ta been (What?)

Woke up coloured in green

Undercover for years (yeah)

Nothing gave it 'way for a couple of years (Who?)

Fresh identity for a couple of years (Why?)

Busted operation left the luck up to my shins (Shins??)

I'd go back under but I'd fuck it up again (Fuck it up!)

Oh look I fucked it up again

That's the trait from within

That's he wrong kinda trend

That's a friend to me (Who, who?)

That's my, enemy's enemy

Settling scores, better be ahead of me

Oh my lord, I'm annoyed

And I'm sick of it!

You're looking at me illegitimate

I figured it fitting

Oh you think I'm illittirate?

You misspelled vegan chicken

That's another kind of sinning

Dressed in linen

Swallowing penecillin

Now they decided to tune in

Like how's your future doing?

Well, how's it look from where you're standing?

Well, I cant tell man i'm landing

I'm acting like I'm grown enough to begin to understand it

Open mind, be that bandit

Lacking on sleep so I canned it

Make way for the curtains open daylight

Staying alive like Bee-Gee

Sipping on faux remedies like fiji

Hoping it'll open my mind so I can see more clearly (Jheez)

Renew your dearly departed yearly

Surely seems so silly really

Silly billy feeling funny

Open your mouth let me fill your tummy (Woo!)

Making em bitches say yummy yummy

I make toast like crumby

I suck toes like ugly god

I cook fish like cod

I rank so high

I don't need no suit and tie

Rather tie dye tees, fuck I look like? (Ummmmmmmm)

Let me see that ID please

Buy my disease by the shot

Yuh!

Pray to the gods of the norse, yes

Bithc, I'm the king in the north, west

Best dressed, he died three days from retirement in his vital environment (Woo)

Taking over, deleting like cybermen

Phenergan up in their brain like tired men (hah)

Speak up, I can't hear quiet men

I just lie in my bed and expire again (hah)

Fight crime like spiderman

All tangled up in his web

Rapunzel, no love deep web

Hit him over the head with a frying pan (woo)

Cyberdog in the back of the cybertruck

This verse on fire, call a firetruck

I come with supplies so we put them spliffs to the sky and we light em up!

Sort it out tomorrow

Put it off for long

I don't wanna do it if it means I get it wrong

Oh no no

I'm no saint

I keep it going till I get that break

Sort it out tomorrow

Put it off for long

I could just say fuck it and go write another song

Oh no no

You know me

I'm on my grind till I'm six feet deep

Six feet deep (x2)

I've never earned my place