Nathan Blueberry - So Hard (LIVE)

Verse: 1
I’ve been trying to get over your smile
Let you move on with your life inside I’m black & blue I’m hurting girl
To my self I’m always cursing, how could you let this happen
I need it back our love our friendship
I’m so lost I can’t the entrance 
So I Hope this ain’t permanent 
In the morning not seeing your face “coz” 


Hook:
It’s so hard for me just to let to go 
It’s so hard because your scent lingers on my clothes
It’s so hard just to pick up the phone & let you know the truth 
Is that I’m still in love with you

Verse: 2
When I see you with him, I try my best to act like I’m happy for you
But in the middle of the night, I wakeup in cold sweats dreaming of you
Coz all the time that we shared, it’s so hard to erase 
Spitting up going our separate ways, was such a big mistake
So I Hope this ain’t permanent 
In the morning not seeing your face “coz” 


Hook:
It’s so hard for me just to let to go 
It’s so hard because your scent lingers on my clothes
It’s so hard just to pick up the phone & let you know the truth 
Is that I’m still in love with you
 
Bridge: 
I’m so sick of pretending I don’t need you back
I’m yearning for your loving baby
I know for a fact that he can’t love you like I can
But I don’t wanna mess up what you have “that why”

Hook: x3
It’s so hard for me just to let to go 
It’s so hard because your scent lingers on my clothes
It’s so hard just to pick up the phone & let you know the truth 
Is that I’m still in love with you

Jack Diddly - The Bottle ft. Bentron Autobot & Phil Graves‏

Verse 1 (Jack Diddly)

It started off with some mates down the druids

We’d down a few and get pissed that is how we do it

Up late and too drunk to even count the units

Fuck mate I’m kicked out because they found me puking

Just a larger lout drink till I’m passing out

Arse about with mates to the point where they cast me out

Tired of feeling shit and feeling shit tires me

I reek of piss so the evil bitch fired me

Walking home all alone again broken my phone again

A bad nights sleep on a sofa bed

Its getting late and I’m still awake

A drink on the side but there’s nothing on my dinner plate

A clumsy fuck, friends say I’m just a klutz

The skunk I puff ain’t great the eighths undercut

I’ve drunk enough and flems all I’ll conjure up

Stumble fucked onto stage then I chunder up

Chorus (Jack Diddly & Phil Graves)

What do you do what do you say

When you realise your vital organs are rotting away

What do you do what do you say

When you realise your vital organs are rotting away

What do you do what do you say

When you realise your vital organs are rotting away

What do you do what do you say

When you realise your vital organs are rotting away

Verse 2 (Bentron Autobot)

I’m feeling sicker as my liver shrinks spitting in the kitchen sink

Tryna hide the fact my thumbs and fingers twith

All signs of life have been drained from my eyes

And I shake like a leaf as it rains from the sky

I need class A’s washed down with strong spirits

I dug a grave then got picked up and dropped in it

Lying down I’m just starring at the stars now

Trying not to flinch as I watch them tear my heart out

I’d say sorry but there’s no one here to listen to it

I’ve got a crap job no bird and I’m shit at music

So the drinks where my heart is I sink into darkness

And pull back the skin from my carcass

Here I am you can take what you like mate

Stumble from the offie near the level up to five ways

I’ll be there with a can labelled super skull

Vomit on my clothes and my feet in the shoes I stole

           

Chorus (Jack Diddly & Phil Graves)

What do you do what do you say

When you realise your vital organs are rotting away

What do you do what do you say

When you realise your vital organs are rotting away

What do you do what do you say

When you realise your vital organs are rotting away

What do you do what do you say

When you realise your vital organs are rotting away

Verse 3 (Phil Graves)

Sometimes I question why I stroll with heavy shoulders

It’s probably because my head’s as hefty as a leaden boulder

Decrepit joker, bereft of composure

You’re better dead than sober so F what you read in the brochure

Time spent sober is just a stepping stone

For this next pathetic moaner obsessive wretched loner

Feckless drone better left in a coma

Everyday my flatmates think I’m dead on the sofa

Then I stir in the morning and hear the bourbon a calling

And words of warning from my internal organs

Get so pissed on whisks that I slur when I’m talking

And innocent shit tends to turn into brawling

Face crusted up with blood from my nose that I wipe away

Lost my clutch of time and space brucking loads of lines of k

Sink a drink then think that I’ve fucking thrown my life away

Then sigh and say nothings going right today

Chorus (Jack Diddly & Phil Graves)

What do you do what do you say

When you realise your vital organs are rotting away

What do you do what do you say

When you realise your vital organs are rotting away

What do you do what do you say

When you realise your vital organs are rotting away

What do you do what do you say

When you realise your vital organs are rotting away