Beans on toast for breakfast
Good morning
Football in the streets 'til after dark, ain't yawning, no
14 scraping by on covers
Slowly getting moaned 'bout
But should've done what he was told
Push backs and cannabis
Cheap flights, I'm selling this
Little box of freckles
What you got yourself into
Please don't push me down the cracks
In the pavement
My thoughts are getting muddled
I've slipped into this puddle
I'm completely fuckin' puzzled
Man's underneath this rubble
Oh flat, knee flat
My minds breaking down
Like cocaine in a trap flat
I keep on crawling back for you
You're sweet like strawberry blue
The clock is ticking
Memories be sticking
Lingers on your tongue
Forgetting you're wrong
The streets sound sweeter when you're young
But all too baked to be getting home this late
♪
15, local lad out on the lash
Nike trainers, Nike trackies
There's a party, public sketties
We'll cut into the ugly
Put down the coffee
Let's make tonight stick like a fuckin' toffee
Flavour a fortune at forty past noon
Guess it's five o'clock somewhere
When he asks for ID
We know he must be joking
So I've been up since twelve
He's the reason we're smoking
Toned up
It's not toning down
Party's spilling out onto the streets
Spirits singing
You know what else is spinnin' on the sheets
I keep on crawling back for you
You're sweet like strawberry blue
The clock is ticking
Memories be sticking
Lingers on your tongue
Forgetting you're wrong
The streets sound sweeter when you're young
But all too baked to be getting home this late
Raspberry sky
I feel the ripple, I'm high
Little box of freckles
Wake up get out of bed
Need an ice pack for my head
Oh and I'm lucky I'm not dead
The bags just landed
♪
I keep on crawling back for you
You're sweet like strawberry blue
The clock is ticking
Memories be sticking
Lingers on your tongue
Forgetting you're wrong
The streets sound sweeter when you're young
But all too baked to be getting home this late