Dabbla - Life Line lyrics

True Story.. When I was born I was bang on time, 1.25 in the morning Doctor said that everything was fine It all started with convulsions I burst my eardrum when I was one I had infections and my temperature was high I was two when I got given some shoes Werent my mums fault she was trying to protect me But pretty soon them outfits would turn into a wardrobe Cause no one wants a naked baby walking round the house I was three when I took a piece of tracing paper and began to copy things from off the T.V I got cracked my head open, getting dizzy playing with my brother In the back garden in the bungalow on Beven Road When I was four I learnt the word more More means more, more meant more misbehaving More mischief and more cheeky More messing about with more tantrums and more swear words Five years old, I'm a saint playing with paint trying to make sense of this world Had my first crush on the girl next door And stinging nettles, I should have put two and two together At six, i'm told don't swallow pips, eating weetabix and believing in magic tricks Church of England school taught us all about heaven Hell they drummed it into us quicker than we turned seven When I was eight, I was staying up late Looking at the stars and waiting for sun break When I was nine, I started getting out of line Cause I discovered sugar was buzzing like all the time When I was ten, I was spitting phlegm Playing with my marbles, losing all my friends Then I turned eleven, nothing really happened Then I turned twelve, still nothing really happened Got to thirteen and turned real pervy Fancied my French teacher, thoughts got dirty Fourteen I was being very, very naughty Fifteen I was banging fit bean, bunning sick green Sixteen got nicked, seventeen, eighteen done the same sh** Got my licence to drive and my first whip Nineteen, got whipped by my first chick Twenty came, real soon I was Twenty One That's a pretty special age for almost anyone Everyone who's been there know's what it's like Old enough to do it all but still very young Twenty two still following the one dream Some growing pure green forward some green Me and Pringle on the mic, Tang, Jonny K Twenty three, Summer holiday the club scene Twenty four that was mentioned on first beat Linking up with above Devino every Sunday Plug the mic in and record it on a mini disc Twenty five made our very first mix tape Twenty six, spitting raw getting booked abroad Hooked up with Dubbledge lips to the floor Quit my job started making music full time Living long ting on dented they want more Whats more I met Rocksta and Big Cobes Twenty seven, Armageddon for your ear lobes Twenty eight, man I thought that I was heavy weight Man I had to switch up the rhyme come twenty nine Counted down in weekends 'til your thirty Thirty one, should be still young and perky Thirty two, I might have a little midlife Thirty three, I'll probably grow my own percy Thirty four, f** it move outta London Thirty five, somewhere out in the country Thirty six, on some chicken and a goat sh** Growing my own vegetables Thirty seven, fully self sustainable like no-ones going hungry Thirty eight, nine, forty, still living naughty Clean the rain water with osmosis The toaster is hooked up to a generator with a magnet so it don't need electricity Don't believe him? He's done a lot of reading He's fifty years old now his hairs all receding And he's got a lot of kick in him He's no spring chicken but he's living off the grid and the feds ain't nicking him And he'll treat you like a sister or brother Cause he knows that one good turn deserves another He's sixty years old and his ears are still growing And he's talking all s**y like Mr. Lover Lover Word to your mother Til an old bugger pushing seventy with no demons No regrets, look he's smiling He remembers all them good times but he's gotta go cause he's got stuff to do