I was born like this
Six foot six
Stepped out of the womb with a ready lit spliff
Umbilical cord was dwarfed by my...
List
Of things to do
Silver spoon ran away with the dish
When you were learning to draw
I was into strange shit
And I never played sports
That's how hippies raise kids
I played video games so go figure
8 Bit
Don't be a Phillip K Prick
You've rewritten Matrix? Is it mate? Sick
Get the millions raked in
Wife an instafame chick
Get the crib and raise kids who sip milk from fake tits
Stick to the scam
Pick a card any card
Pick a pension get a yard
Work hard break your heart
Get the spinach and scram
To some ridiculous land where you can sit and get tanned
And you can eat till you're fat and you can drink till you're mad
And look at the locals like primitive man
Think I'll sit for a while and do some work on my mischievous smile
Like "this means war"
That peace shit died back in 64
And war means business
And business means money
And money means time but old people is poor
Is it okay if I'm baffed?
They saw slavery acts and two world wars
Now they can't see no one to do the household chores
Except for man like me
Don't believe? Ask Brom, ask Jean
But ask loud cos she can hardly hear
And she can hardly see and she can hardly walk
But every time I go around she insists on making tea
And that's classy G
But that classy shit died back in 93
I know cos I was there I'm not lying see
I was shotgun you were in the driving seat

We been there, done that
Seen it all
Bought the t-shirt
One size too small
Heard it all before
And didn't really rate it much
These days I kinda rate it more
Well I guess that's ageing bruv

Or you could break all the rules
I was living in squats back in 82
I was a baby then, admittedly that ain't as cool
As a backpacktavist with a case of the blues
And a myriad of knowledges found on YouTube
Of the ways they'll get you
Things they'll make you do
Tales to tell of impending hell
That end of the world shit died in 2012
Well the world's still spinning
And things will keep ticking if there's debt to sell
If it ain't affecting sales go have you're little revolution
Then move on back to your separate cells
"What you reckon El?
Will you ever tell your recipe for the quails egg bechamel?
Or your method for the fail safe heads or tails?"
Nah. Tale tells face hell
Raise decibels
"Reh reh reh" dies every year
Certain man that hear might shed a tear
I been around I ain't been every where
I'm still London man
I'll be buried here
In fact I'll probably opt for cremation
You can drop my remains off at Swiss Cottage station
And when Hendrix Bold As Love is playing
Rack a line of my ashes for old times sake fam

Been there, done that
Seen it all
Bought the t-shirt
One size too small
Heard it all before
And didn't really rate it much
These days I kinda rate it more
Well I guess that's ageing bruv