We May Grow Old But We Never Grow Up

(album: We May Grow Old But We Never Grow Up - 2022)

Here it is
Yo

This day, that day, everyday a rat race
Been around since fat lace
Tell me how that tastes, partner
No I'm not a chancer
Now I found the right answers like catch phrase
It tastes like prime time
Ask me again it tastes like fine wine
Back it again, the same rules apply
The same rules apply

Ten years ago, like remember remember
Example remember remember the fifth of November
Have you got a penny for the guy
Who's the guy, I'm the guy
Barge in, ain't got a sim son
Sat at home looking at the margins
Homer and Marge in the sketch
I'm the family guy
Mad at me why?
And you're mad at me why?

Time might fly but the hits don't lie
Got me Shakira the hips don't lie
Got me a fam and the kids still cry
Got me a house and the paints still dry
Didn't have to forfeit, fuck getting a mortgage
And that don't mean I don't care about your kids
I care more than you know
More than you know
I'm 'bout 'bout to blow

Blow for the third time
You know my name by now
If you heard grime you know my voice by now
If you heard part tech house dubstep rut race
Scream when the motherfucking beat drop
Hip hop, or trip hop
Fuck knows, there's a sick drop
And when I stop, it's a mic drop
And your eyes go red with envy, Cyclops

I don't mean that in a mean way
When I'm up in your brain like a, Jean Grey
Big tune still getting replayed by the DJ
While my peer group fade away
Get a good woman you can bleed to
'Cos when you settle down she will bleed too
Then you'll meet your kids and they breathe too
I do it by myself I don't need crew
I did a chorus for Holla when I didn't need to
I'm unorthodox like hits with 32

UK rap was a lesser scene, flopped like Ketamine
Tried it with Stephen way back Professor Green
Amphetamine, get 'em in
You bet I'm keen
Not a lover, Billie Jean
But I'm smashing every stage into smithereens

I know I ain't from the streets
But I'm a pain with the beats
Ask Mike Skinner when he signed me in 2005
Back when I came from the streets
Didn't have to shot, got my dad to thank
White middle class but my grime's still dank
You can battle me but your hands still wank
'Cos I get more views with the Nando's skank

Auditorium, ordered all of 'em
Everybody's spitting now, where's the story telling
Here's the saw again, maybe this is the way
Fucking Mandalorian
And I could handle all of 'em
I've been a fan of all of 'em
And now I'm standing tall again
And if I fall I fall again
Who's the man, he's the man
Deeper than, a pizza pan

A thousand times like a kilogram
Still fresh faced like he's Peter Pan
Ten years from now when I still show up
Try to pull the plug and I still blow up
Yeah I told ya, won't shut up

I may grow old but I'll never, grow, up
(We may grow old but we never grow up)
(We may grow old but we never grow up)
(We may grow old but we never grow up)
(We may grow old but we never grow, never grow)

(We may grow old but we never grow up)
(We may grow old but we never grow up)
(We may grow old but we never grow up)
(We may grow old but we never grow, never grow)

(Never grow)
(Never grow, never grow)
(Never grow)
(Never grow, never grow)