When there is two men living under one roof,
Who’s the man of the house and who is the mouse?
There’s certainly an age gap,
As the rage gets trapped in the verse of a song,
So what the hell when wrong?
With the love you had for my mother,
The respect for me and my brother,
Has just been drank like you drank a beer,
What a year and nothing to show for it.
Their either shouting or their shagging,
This is the association their having,
I never did believe in skeletons in closets,
But you two have way too many to be honest.
When there is two men living under one roof,
It’s up to the man to get the truth and nothing but that,
Matter of fact I’m immune,
Love isn’t in bloom as rage is trapped inside a tune,
As he’s asleep in the living room,
With no heating and no insulation,
And there argument I have no information,
As it’s all shouted over another treble vodka,
Oh stuff ya both I’m putting my headphones on.
It’s just another day as light falls and fails
It’s just another message on voicemail,
As she resists to answer his calls,
I stall and take a minute,
As my feelings are definite,
They both need time away for a while,
Or at least a slot section on Jeremy Kyle.
Gaz illionaire
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