Lyrics Newton Faulkner

Newton Faulkner

Losing Ground

Why are there always rizzlas?

Why are there never filters?

In my cupboard

I'm at the starting line

I'm jumping the gun this time

I'm up

I've got a feeling

No this is not the same

Is the ground simply opening

In this fight

I think I'm losing ground

Find me some loaded dice

Why is luck never on my side

In this fight

I think I'm losing yes I'm losing

But I'm feeling fine

Why are they always leaving

And leaving my heart bleeding

I don't need it

Come with me on a plane

We're going on holiday

I've got a feeling

No this is not the same

Is the ground simply opening

In this fight

I think I'm losing ground

Find me some loaded dice

Why is luck never on my side

In this fight

I think I'm losing yes I'm losing

But I'm feeling fine

I'm in the firing line

I'm leaving this all behind me

I'm going fishing

I need some peace and quiet

I need to change my diet

I'm on a mission

No this is not the same

Is the ground simply opening

In this fight

I think I'm losing ground

Find me some loaded dice

Why is luck never on my side

In this fight

I think I'm losing yes I'm losing

But I'm feeling fine