Spangled - Crank Up The Splendour Lyrics

Days don't get much more pregnant than this
Mother Nature's hairline subdued by an April wish
Those holiday funds can spare me a day
I've got friends in the kitchen ordering takeaway
I've got The Life of Pablo on
Crank up the splendour
On days you won't remember
Give a little fiddle til' your heartstrings in the middle
For a brief controlled surrender
Factor 30, you could never hurt me
Margarita's taste awfully good
A standalone army, quadruple Bacardi
There's a higher power making you blush
And I'd hate to make you blush
Crank up the splendour
On days you won't remember
Give a little fiddle til' your heartstrings in the middle
For a brief controlled surrender
Crank up the splendour
On days you won't remember
Give a little fiddle til' your heartstrings in the middle
For a brief controlled surrender
Crank up the splendour, crank up the splendour
Crank up the splendour, crank up the splendour
Crank up the splendour, crank up the splendour
Crank up the splendour, crank up the splendour
Feeling scrupulous at the worst of times
See a fixed world through broken eyes
I've got a funny relationship with myself
Been getting tipsy in the garden to ease my mental health
Aliens in Mexico, I don't understand
Start a food chain, call it Jackie Scran
It's a perfect day, to ignore the sand
Can you lift me, like the splendour can