Sitting in the sunny side of South Shields
Dropping off deliveries while waiting for some deals on wheels
This: a making of a happy meal;
Mouth moving like your munching on the words I trail
My words run a train but I'm more de-railed
Gone off the rails
In my mental scape
My thoughts are too detailed yet they're feeling fake
Unexplored areas like an unknown earth
Unintelligent expert - I don't know my worth
Worth every penny so I pocket all my change
Every little hеlps - but I'm failing to change my ways
Ways wrong - days gone
Now I hit the fu*king bong oncе more
On this concourse of life
On the metro
Smell of gas and petrol
Hash and mentos
Chavs and retros
Rats and benzo's
Same old same old
Now I’ve got to go
Once again
From Chichester to South Shields, just to get to fu*king bed
Yeah I sleep a lot
Yeah I creep a lot
Round my house in the night cause I love the dark
So I’ll spark one up
No need to spark them out
Got about an ounce in a house if you wanna bounce to chill
Got some time to kill
Are you ride or die, we can go and fly to the hill
- and grab a deal
From lengs shed, the mens best friend is a bucket set to send you west
I’m coasting
From South Shields to saint james; I’m on the long roads fam