Running for the train,
think I’m gonna miss it,
pounding down the lane,
in a rush to get pissed yet,
something in my mind says,
don’t be so silly,
she’s just some fillie,
not like Billie,
and there’s a dude on the line,
in Forest Hilly.
Peace out to my gangster* massive** homeboy***
* He wears a suit to work at Currys
** He is actually massive. I’ve seen him eat a whole family bucket at them KFC****
*** He’s actually a mummy’s boy but his mum lives at his home too – innit?
**** K to the F to the mother clucking C homeboy***
