[Intro: 2-D]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
Momentary bliss.
[Chorus: Isaac Holman]
We could do so much better than this,
Emotionally in fences and momentary bliss,
We could do so much better than this,
Oh, Rita, oh, Rita!
[2-D:]
Lovely Rita, meter maid.
Lovely Rita, meter maid.
[Verse 1: slowthai & 2-D]
Your potential, you lack credentials,
And you are special, so fuckin' special, (Rita)
Oh, how you need it, oh, how you're needed,
And you keep squeezin' the truth from the middle. (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
You parted seas, but your arches, they ain't golden, (Ah)
And you was gaggin' for some gags and now you're rollin', (Woo)
Best you shut your trap and keep it hush, (Hush)
On another note, compliments make me blush.
There's a hole in your pocket, so you cannot find the change,
Cavern of your mind, you say your pattern,
You pull your strings and you jump, hold your mouth and you say: (Ah, ah, ah)
"What was scripted, the day before it happened?"
We all give applause when people look and pause,
But on the way out and get your back in,
See, everything in life ain't silver and gold
But minin' for metal gave you platinum.
[Refrain: slowthai]
It makes me sick to think you ain't happy in your skin!
It's weird, a thing to think, light bulb don't blink,
Just flickers to them, then it pops and withers,
You're a Turkey Twizzler, you deserve school dinners,
Makes me sick.
[Bridge: 2-D]
Poster boy, (Ayy)
Poster girl, (Rita)
Truth, the bills (The bills) must be paid (Yeah, yeah, alright)
Poster boy, (Yeah, alright) poster girl. (Ah, that's time)
[Verse 2: 2-D]
The truth, the bills, they must be paid, (Uh-huh)
And what is left is sorta atypicall,
All you need to change your face,
You're getting sold, you're such a waste.
You know, we could do so much better than this,
Swimming in pools of momentary bliss,
Where you gotta find a family 'cause everybody taken,
They worry you keep on adding,
I think you gotta crawl.
[Refrain: slowthai]
It makes me sick to think you ain't happy in your skin!
It's weird, a thing to think, light bulb don't blink,
Just flickers to them, then it pops and withers,
You're a Turkey Twizzler, you deserve school dinners.
It makes me sick to think you ain't happy in your skin!
It's weird, a thing to think, light bulb don't blink,
Just flickers to them, then it pops and withers,
You're a Turkey Twizzler, you deserve school dinners,
Makes me sick.
[Chorus: Isaac Holman]
We could do so much better than this,
Emotionally in fences and momentary bliss,
We could do so much better than this,
Oh, Rita, oh, Rita!
We could do so much better than this,
Perfect little pictures of moments that we missed,
We could do so much better than this,
Oh, Rita, oh, Rita!
