Lyrics Meh - Non-Explicit Swearjar Version - ExP

I say "meh" to it
Cos I'm fed up of not getting the best of it
I sit around all down cos I'm stressed and s--t
But life's far too short so to heck with it
Mek a tit outta myself get vexed a bit
But lately, things seem like they're extra big
When really... all I need is an exorcist
To get rid of the spirit of the pessimist
So forget the s--t, I need to concentrate
There's a lot of wasted time I need to compensate
Used to do a song a day 'till I got long int face
And who cares whether it's summat that you want to rate?
I've only just discovered that I've got no fate
And one day, I'll be laying in a box and grave
Or even burnt to ashes after songs of praise
I'd rather be here than there that's the concept mate
(Meh)...it should be my life's motto
Life's proper good in the hood when I'm blotto
But I wake up the next day with a head like "uh ohhh"
Probably shouldn'ta said what I said and kept my gob closed
I've got loads of regrets that are similar still
There's no point killing yourself over spilling the milk
I never wanted to be King of the Hill
Just a diligent civilian that's written it ill
I made a beat a week decided to give it a rest
There were nuff people commenting, for this I was blessed
But there's only so long the internet can big up ya chest
Gotta get out in the real world and give it your best
Cos at the end of the day, it's just a pen and a page
A guy called Ben on a stage, who remembers the days
Forever amazed, in HMV, spending his wage
Getting Brand New Second Hand or some Eminem, Dre
Some venomous Cage whatever, it's irrelevant mate
Cos it's twenty seventeen, I've bin checking the date
Nothing worse than saying that, cos with every play
From twenty eighteen onwards it'll sound terribly aged
Anyway, generally everybody's obsessed with the fame
Whatever happened to making art for the sake of it mate?
If it's getting on top of you and you aren't tekin the strain
Take a load off your back and remember to say
"Meh" to it mate