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future utopia – do we really care? pt. 1 كلمات اغاني

[chorus: tom grennan]
hot town, summer in the city
back of my neck getting dirty gritty
been down, isn’t it a pity
doesn’t seem to be a shadow in the city
all around, people looking half_dead
walking on the sidewalk, hotter than a match head

[verse 1: tia carys]
it ain’t affect us
we get correct novels and neglecting
there’s summer in the city
those shadows already checked in the
couple of them, struggles again
don’t want it with them
don’t let
one or two struggle again
’till it hits home
so many gimmicks alone
now push these limits, social physics
fool, to come on they phone and say
“smile for the camera”
natural, making gritty glamorous
defect from all these unpaid actors
madness has happened
n0body panicking, that damaging damage and claps the callousness, that’s fatuous
and they know what’s factual
in actual fact the world’s been whacked
and you don’t care and yes, i get that but
i need a little later, i’m a [?]
[?]
i’m a write_up
and i’m planning right from wrong though i knew it all along
seems the summer in the city, and there’s always one to come

[verse 2: tia carys]
i seen it all
i seen the scene like a spectacle
susceptible, diseases treated like a f_cking festival
no quarantine or worry_tine like “is this mess amendable?”
obsession over wrongful leaders, made ’em all electable
i’m best of all
they’re the biggest criminals, who arrest ’em all
blacks all identical
lifestyle symmetrical
let’s not forget them females in third_worlds
it’s so unethical
they’re meant for you
sit on your _rs_
make this sh_t acceptable
don’t nations, don’t do zilt
them’s playin’ hide_and_seek with this youte just to pride your guilt
but when they got you on that stretcher, could you treasure all those gestures or you ’bout to die alone?
history, everyone forgets ya
’cause we rushing regrets
and we doing these bullets like it’s russian roulette, nah nah
rushing regrets
we’ll dodge these bullets like it’s russian roulette

[outro:]
hot town, summer in the city
back of my neck getting dirty gritty
been down, isn’t it a pity
doesn’t seem to be a shadow in the city
all around, people looking half_dead
walking on the sidewalk, hotter than a match head

- future utopia

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