Текст песни Losing Ground - Newton Faulkner

Why are there always rizzlas?
Why are there never filters?
In my cupboard
I'm at the starting line
I'm jumping the gun this time
I'm up

I've got a feeling
No this is not the same
Is the ground simply opening
In this fight
I think I'm losing ground
Find me some loaded dice
Why is luck never on my side
In this fight
I think I'm losing yes I'm losing
But I'm feeling fine

Why are they always leaving
And leaving my heart bleeding
I don't need it

Come with me on a plane
We're going on holiday
I've got a feeling

No this is not the same
Is the ground simply opening
In this fight
I think I'm losing ground
Find me some loaded dice
Why is luck never on my side
In this fight
I think I'm losing yes I'm losing
But I'm feeling fine

I'm in the firing line
I'm leaving this all behind me
I'm going fishing
I need some peace and quiet
I need to change my diet
I'm on a mission

No this is not the same
Is the ground simply opening
In this fight
I think I'm losing ground
Find me some loaded dice
Why is luck never on my side
In this fight
I think I'm losing yes I'm losing
But I'm feeling fine