Great Skies - Closer lyrics

[Verse: Context] Mate, I've been looking for something, tryna get closer To that which is gracefully evading me, take me to a place of make-believe With that lost generation, non-home-owning fiscal negation Spend your Saturdays arguing over relegation battles Pull over on an A-road lay-by, gazing at great skies Extend your hand cause I don't know how to say to you "take mine" Midnight on the Westway, drunk, I'm seeing brake lights In an all-black Nike tracksuit that I robbed from Lakeside I've got rocks and crystals in a folded takeaway menu In your bloodstream, gone, vitamin, champagne, yeah, and ritalin I told Matt "don't pitch me up or pitch me down Let my throat spew poison from the greatest sky down to the gauntest ground" And time is money, but an artist's time isn't worth sh** Should I be grateful that I'm allowed to speak like this? Do you want this for your kids when their cla** is dismissed? Will I be pardoned for this? Who gives a sh**? Control+Alt+Delete my speech, stay alive another week [Outro: Context] Just tell me it's alright, tell me it's alright Someone tell me it's alright Do you know what I mean, mate? Have a listen