The Jamie Oliver Petrol Station (Explicit)
Cmat« The Jamie Oliver Petrol Station (Explicit) » est une chanson de Cmat, 2025, Pop. La chanson dure 5:09, 70 lines / 500 words.
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0:00I was at the Jamie Oliver Petrol Station
0:05I needed deli but god I hate him
0:09That man should not have his face on posters
0:13I feel so angry or sad at most huh
0:17But then I think of the New York skyline
0:21The West Cork of the Yankee eyeline
0:24Then get to thinking I have been wrong though
0:28Let me explain 'cause I'm never wrong though
0:32Things are ugly to me I get it
0:36A flip phone with a lack of credit
0:40And others beautiful I remember
0:44Blanch' right at the end of December
0:47So okay don't be a *****
0:51The man's got kids and they wouldn't like this
0:55I'm saying okay don't be a *****
0:59The man's got kids and they wouldn't like this oh
1:07Mmm this is making no sense to the average listener
1:13Let me try to explain myself in a few words
1:19I make up places like Finglas Tennessee
1:23A mish-mash of what should and shouldn't be
1:27'Cause smoking-area concerned glances
1:31'She's really mental it's not just acting'
1:35There's always something I'm missing out on
1:39Overdosing on social Calpol
1:43Overeager to make acquaintance
1:46With someone normal and nice who'll explain it
1:50You like forgetting one day you'll stop breathing
1:54And you'll have wasted your time on seething
1:58I said I'm wasting my time on seething
2:02And hey you're not so good yourself
2:04Come learn my mantra it's like
2:06Okay don't be a *****
2:09The man's got kids and they wouldn't like this
2:13So okay don't be a *****
2:17The man's got kids and they wouldn't like this oh
2:25Aw I'm still not explaining myself very well at all
2:31Let me try let me try again let me try
2:36It's the fear of not getting the dole
2:39And the joy of then chopping it up
2:42With the card that you draw it on
2:45Coming through town and then seeing the type of the people you missed
2:50Who'd have died back in Dublin
2:52The jeans that I'm wearing are very expensive
2:56It's not a reflection reflection reflection
3:00Sinéad in Ratoath and Sinéad in the sky
3:04The Sinéads that I'll meet on the by and by
3:08And the fear of the freedom of being released again
3:12Feel seventeen again
3:14Washing the sheets with the lies that I don't even know that I've told
3:19'Cause I've mixed them all up
3:21Yeah the cactus is cold
3:23It's like
3:24Okay don't be a *****
3:27The man's got kids and they wouldn't like this
3:31I'm saying okay don't be a *****
3:35The man's got kids and they wouldn't like this
3:39I'm saying Ciara don't be a *****
3:43The man's got kids and they wouldn't like this
3:47I'm saying Ciara don't be a *****
3:51The man's got kids and they wouldn't like this
3:55Oh
4:02Oh
4:10Oh
4:18Oh
4:26Oh
4:41Oh
4:57I was at the Jamie Oliver Petrol Station
5:01I needed deli but god I hate him
5:05That man should not have his face on posters
5:09I feel so angry or sad at most huh
I was at the Jamie Oliver Petrol Station I needed deli but god I hate him That man should not have his face on posters I feel so angry or sad at most huh But then I think of the New York skyline The West Cork of the Yankee eyeline Then get to thinking I have been wrong though Let me explain 'cause I'm never wrong though Things are ugly to me I get it A flip phone with a lack of credit And others beautiful I remember Blanch' right at the end of December So okay don't be a ***** The man's got kids and they wouldn't like this I'm saying okay don't be a ***** The man's got kids and they wouldn't like this oh Mmm this is making no sense to the average listener Let me try to explain myself in a few words I make up places like Finglas Tennessee A mish-mash of what should and shouldn't be 'Cause smoking-area concerned glances 'She's really mental it's not just acting' There's always something I'm missing out on Overdosing on social Calpol Overeager to make acquaintance With someone normal and nice who'll explain it You like forgetting one day you'll stop breathing And you'll have wasted your time on seething I said I'm wasting my time on seething And hey you're not so good yourself Come learn my mantra it's like Okay don't be a ***** The man's got kids and they wouldn't like this So okay don't be a ***** The man's got kids and they wouldn't like this oh Aw I'm still not explaining myself very well at all Let me try let me try again let me try It's the fear of not getting the dole And the joy of then chopping it up With the card that you draw it on Coming through town and then seeing the type of the people you missed Who'd have died back in Dublin The jeans that I'm wearing are very expensive It's not a reflection reflection reflection Sinéad in Ratoath and Sinéad in the sky The Sinéads that I'll meet on the by and by And the fear of the freedom of being released again Feel seventeen again Washing the sheets with the lies that I don't even know that I've told 'Cause I've mixed them all up Yeah the cactus is cold It's like Okay don't be a ***** The man's got kids and they wouldn't like this I'm saying okay don't be a ***** The man's got kids and they wouldn't like this I'm saying Ciara don't be a ***** The man's got kids and they wouldn't like this I'm saying Ciara don't be a ***** The man's got kids and they wouldn't like this Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh I was at the Jamie Oliver Petrol Station I needed deli but god I hate him That man should not have his face on posters I feel so angry or sad at most huh
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