Ducking Out
The suns coming up now
Cab about to touch down
Know the hoes had enough now
Bruv get the fuck out

Lets go
Having two youts never calmed me down
A disastrous full time father now
Dragged down hanging round with a nasty crowd
Sick bastards partying after hours
One got shived
One's collapsing now
Dude sucking on balloons like a backwards clown
Where the hell i'm at now, that's my town
Suns up, Shades on and I'm back around
I'm so annoying
Won't stop bugging ya
Couldn't give a shit where your from I'm a Londoner
Whats that mean?
That means I'm better than you
Wheres Mark at?
Sainsburys' getting some food
Wait how is that open with families and kids in it?
It's the morning right after a school night idiot
This ain't no place for my face gotta get out
Fam stop chirpsing the chick at the checkout
Cool let me fill my lungs and get my head right
Still feel the rhythm of the drums in my red eye
Fuck man, think I got tinnitus
Why them kids waving at us on the minibus?
Broke the zip on my coat and I'm chappin
Want to go back to that gaff I left my hat in
Watching these cats on the route to work
Who's she in that blue suit a nurse?
Bruv I don't think she want to hear your talk
So clear don't even go near just walk
Can't we just kip in the back of the whip?
Yo nick, get the skins and roll that shit!
It was all bless like an hour ago
Chucking out, Ducking out, Hey now I'm on road
And who's gonna lead me, do you even need me?
(Ay, Ay, Ay)
It was all bless like an hour ago
Chucking out, Ducking out, Hey now I'm on road
And who's gonna lead me, do you even need me?
(Ay, Ay, Ay)

Not the spot to reflect and cotch
Whens the last time that you checked your watch
One shot before i got bent off scotch
And rubbed my old todge up against the slosh
Jason, still got the raging horn
Ay Raymond, ain't this the day you're born
Dat was last week, your a prick, you missed it
Anyone want one of these Turkish biscuits
Nah man my mouths all, (*Lip smacking sounds*)
Try drink some water, fuck that bruv
Told you before I'm a man to the core
And I'm in till I got both hands on the floor
I'm stuck in it, chucking it, call me Fatima Whitbread!
Nah mate I'm just gonna call you a dickhead
Rare look at his hair, where what which bred?
Ay wait a bit yeah gonna have a piss there
Do you think chicks still give a fuck about us?
Of course they do, we're mad hot in these trousers
Daymon whats the matter with you?
Fucked my suede up, splashed back on my shoe
That's cute
Look at us all stuck in the high life
Nah Daym you ain't got to give me a high five
Unless you got wet wipes and I doubt that
Bounce that Ennie Morricone soundtrack
It was all bless like an hour ago
Chucking out, Ducking out, Hey now I'm on road
And who's gonna lead me, do you even need me?
(Ay, Ay, Ay)
It was all bless like an hour ago
Chucking out, Ducking out, Hey now I'm on road
And who's gonna lead me, do you even need me?
(Ay, Ay, Ay)

Sun shine burning up got my shades on
L shape burning up got my blaze on
And my brains fucking up like its made wrong
In the background still hear the same song
But the pains gone
The pains gone

That's enough now Bruv get the fuck out!