Let's Throw Shapes - Times Change lyrics

[Link: Ghetts] How it was ain't how it is How it is ain't how it will be When anyone asks how I've been I tell em ask how I will be (Story time) [Verse 1: Ghetts] School days they never paid her no attention All the boys used to think about was taking home her best friend Remember trocadero had us all going West End? She was the weirdo, the lame with no protection So they used to call her rugged and she called her older bruddas At night she couldn't sleep, she just hid below the covers She was a tomboy with potential In a cla** full of cruel kids, all alone she suffered But the years pa**ed by and the gla**es became contacts Her hair's relaxed and the braces disappeared She used to battle with her pa** out Couldn't pa**, she made combat She's got it back now, her face is everywhere Shop windows and adverts Now it's like she's never been insulted by a man's words Nobody thought that she'd become a model When her hair was in a bobble, she had bottles thrown at her [Hook: Nick Amour](x2) Times change People change Times change People change [Verse 2: Ghetts] School days she was the one that all the boys chased Just another little boy tryna beat before his voice breaks Valentines day, there ain't a choice made Way too many options, she can't avoid hate Now there's rumours going round the school, they're calling her a slag They say she's going out with Paul, she ain't cool with that Cause Paul ain't growing outta all the things children have He wrote a little poem on the wall where the water's at The years pa**ed by and her reputation was ruined Telling every man she meets they're the only man she beats Swearing on her life by elevating, what's she doing? Now Paul's become the man to please, sport's got the man his P She a funky buddha, celebrity pursuing She walks in casually, haunting all the athletes Now she's on the same celebrity she knew when She was a secondary girl, but he remembers very well [Hook] + [Link] (simultaneous) [Verse 3: Ghetts] The model, the baller, the chicken head All went the same school, coincidence Different situations supported by these instruments (life) Hate, love and too much attention caused the difference The model was the victim (chicken head was loved) And the baller was a victim (of this chick he said he loved) Mate, I'm just painting the picture (where's my brush?) Only two used the gift they was given One never once opened a present up She just opened her legs and... Hoping to to get a cuff from bruddas that get money But no, she never does, I suppose it's never funny When these hoes have a child that won't respect their mummy Back to the other two, one night they crossed paths In the lobby of the W, a hot glance Turned into exchanging numbers Who, ever thought that they would get together? Well, I never [Hook] [Hook] + [Link] (simultaneous)