Seven Eleven

--------- Siddy World Records -------------- Song: Seven Eleven Album: Dysmorphia Lyrics: Standing in line at the seven eleven The clock is ticking But i don't mind waiting The shops and ocean and I'm just sun bathing I'm floating forward like a jellyfish chilling A guy named Muhammad and he prompts me kindly Is it number 5 sir? the pump you were using? Swipe my card and I'm swimming to the nearest road I'm drifting forward like a piece of floating wood I guess ill let you in i guess ill play it safe cruising straight Music on Down that old big road Only heaven knows I will get there soon Talking with you Nothing to do This old car will never die Going to work and eyes are glazing 4am and the stars are shining so bright Swimming in my lane as i overtake a cow Make it to work, have a smoke and put it out Were running like a dog But were all still smiling Putting up with shit, we don't need reminding I'm floating forward like a drifting piece of wood Gotta come back because its just an endless loop