On Trip I start the song with “I don’t give a fuck if they don’t like me I don’t like me either”; which is a pretty apathetic thing to say. The song then carries on and I feel like it becomes very apparent that I lack the heart for pure apathy, despite the fact that I’d love to give the no fucks that I purport to.

Except lefty. I’d happily give righty (pretty much have given righty) but lefty is my friend. You don’t let people put needles through your friend while you wonder why it doesn’t hurt as much as you expected it would. Seriously, £20 for a tattoo that was over before I realised I was being tattooed. £25 for a nipple piercing that stop hurting the second the jewelry was in place.

I stay up to achieve my dreams. On some real shit, this line is my life. I used to write because I was up late and now I stay up late so I can write.

At the time was meant to be like “Boom, I’m Satan”. Now it’s like “Boom, I’m all referencing Nero Caesar and shit…jeez guys, read a book. Or do a google search or something. ‘aww I worship Satan cos Iron Maiden told me to’ -that’s you guys, fucking lames.”

This is a reference to a song that isn’t even out yet called Woop. It’s funny the order I released these in. Basically I’m saying “Pretend I was who you saw me as before you heard Woop.”

A reminder to us all that I am essentially just a cunt. My name’s Thomas so you ain’t having T, is essentially me being like “get to fuck” ken?

Honey bunny is some gay passive aggressive shit right? Like “Aye, unlucky honey bunny.”

One of the flukiest fucking fluked lines in all of the world. It’s pretty clear what I mean; don’t laugh at me while I’m unraveling here. That’s totally what happened though, and it happened fast as rabbits feet.

I’d rather be known as someone who is rhythmically challenged than as someone who has ‘tapped’ that ‘beat’, if you see what I’m saying.