My Town by Northern Introvert

Turn that look around I don’t like pity eyes you’ll take the blame
I don’t like a snitch don’t like the fresh green grass or those who fabricate
No one that you know would ever stop me they would celebrate
No one likes a rat don’t be that whistle blowing prat no I don’t envy you the day

No I don’t like a snitch don’t like the fresh green grass or those who fabricate
No I don’t like a snitch don’t like the fresh green grass or those who fabricate

‘cause this is my town
‘cause this is my town

Now I turn it on, I’ll put you six feet down
All of one, no one will remember that you had a name
You just carry on, ‘cause you don’t faze me
So don’t get too big, ‘cause then you’ll see

That I turn it on, I’ll put you six feet down
And know that you'll be gone and, all that we’ll remember is your bullshit game
All that we’ll remember is your bullshit game
All that we’ll remember is your bullshit game

• Electronic
• Experimental
• Pop
• electronic
• house
• soundtrack
• vocal
• Bradford