Scanty Skuf

**(Intro)** It's evening again. An empty can on the table. The screen light cuts deep - you know who I mean, girl. Let's go....... **(Verse 1)** He wakes up near noon, but the sun's already gone, The room's stale, smells like dust and whatever went down. A body crater in the couch, remote like a scepter in his hand, Life scrolls by overhead - like a mirrored ceiling, so bland. Fresh sneakers in the box, laces still tied tight, Gym dreams? Someone else told that story last night. He scrolls through his feed - everyone's rich and well-fed, But his fridge only holds an open ketchup bottle instead. They say: "Get up, make a change" - but gravity's too strong, The couch hugs him tighter than any "where you belong." His paycheck goes to subs, to games, to a little bit of light, Just to hide the fact - there's no real exit in sight. **(Chorus)** Scanty Skuf...- in a world of bright lights, Scanty Skuf...- among those with full plates and clear sights. Scanty Skuf...- such a strange kind of union - Empty wallet, but ambitions weigh a ton. Scanty Skuf...- in a world of bright lights, Scanty Skuf...- among the dull, tired minds. Scanty Skuf...- stuck between "was" and "became" - So tell me now, girl: is it worth all the pain? **(Verse 2)** Yo, look at this guy - he's an expert on everything, Knows more than the papers about politics, the whole swing. In chats he's a lion, but in life a scared kitten of water, His biggest rush - watching reviews of a game he won't bother. "Tomorrow I'll start" - that phrase became his mantra, But tomorrow turned to "never" to the rhythm of this drama. He hates on the ones who run, who build, who break their back, While he sits in his own swamp, dancing to some trashy track. No style, no drive - just an old bathrobe and a stare That asks: "Am I really happy with this affair?" But doing nothing's easier - just close your eyes and stay, Let the world spin on its own - we don't need a storm anyway. His battery's dead, zero energy inside, Fog in his head, and in his heart - nowhere to hide. **(Bridge)** Maybe he's just tired to the bone? Maybe the world's spinning too fast on its own? Or is this a choice he's made - to be quiet and slow, Like soft grass that never dares to grow? But being broke ain't about the cash, you see, man, It's a broke-ass soul - when your heart's lost in the fog's plan. **(Chorus)** Scanty Skuf...- in a world of bright lights, Scanty Skuf...- among those with full plates and clear sights. Scanty Skuf...- such a strange kind of union - Empty wallet, but ambitions weigh a ton. Scanty Skuf...- in a world of bright lights, Scanty Skuf...- among the dull, tired minds. Scanty Skuf...- stuck between "was" and "became" - So tell me now, girl: is it worth all the pain? **(Outro - first part)** Run, Lola, run - while you still can, Run, Lola, run - don't you understand, Run, Lola, run - before it's too late... While the Scanty Skuf's still asleep at the gate. **(Chorus)** Scanty Skuf...- in a world of bright lights, Scanty Skuf...- among those with full plates and clear sights. Scanty Skuf...- such a strange kind of union... Empty wallet, but ambitions weigh a ton. Run, Lola, run - while you still can, Run, Lola, run - don't you understand, Run, Lola, run - before it's too late... While the Scanty Skuf's still asleep at the gate. **(Outro)** Run, Lola, run..... Run, Lola, run..... While the Scanty Skuf still sleeps...... Still sleeps.......... **(Final Outro)**