Alfa Mist Organic Rust

Taken from the album Bring Backs, out April 23rd on Anti Preorder at Visualizer by Johny Pitts Written produced by Alfa Mist Recorded by Simon Trought Mixed by Will Holland Mastered by Guy Davie Jamie Leeming: Guitar Richard Spaven: Drums Rocco Palladino: Bass Alfa Sekitoleko: Vocals Electric Piano Lyrics Serious face cos its really a race Trying to stabilise while my health deteriorates My fever leaves me a delirious state Now Im growing weary of fakes, here to replace They cheer me and wait, until they hear a mistake I dont wanna lose my drive so Im steering away Plus I got a call saying that her periods late So Im opening my calendar and clearing the dates Its fate, Im just a battler, too black to be tatted up A hunter a gatherer, lunge if youre bad enough Been thrown downstairs I clung to the banister I used to have it rough, saw my plan erupt Now Im on the settee playing 3 months of soul caliber I missed brekkie need lunch for the stamina Young an