Lyrics: Clo 9
[Chorus]
There’s places I wanna go just been Monaco but it’s not sticks
Zoot in my hand leaf and trees my kind of trip
Realising that this anti-social ting is hard to fix Shit
Used to be so confident don’t know how this shit all flipped
[Verse 1]
I rate your tech fleece but that not a stylish fit
Don’t wear a white mans names of your garm then think you’re big (you’re not)
See these man are my sons but swear I got no kids
Things gonna change this year I swear cos I’m hitting licks
On my life this world is full of some selfish pricks
If I had them stones you’d deffo hear my fingers click
Mandem think their shit will stick cos they got there quick
Got there first but it’ll only get worse if you’re not match fit
Listen
Don’t trip now bere young shottas gunning for the starting 11
Already in hell so we’d do anything for a piece of heaven
How many people you know can turn a pen to a lethal weapon
These streets are cold on these roads you learn some painful lessons
[Pre chorus]
So I
Hopped on a plane to try clear my brain
But I feel the same still can’t complain
The weathers amaze sun sea and waves
I hope it don’t change I’m not here to stay
Couple of days then back in the grey
Then back in the blue and rolling a zoot
Stuck in a loop I hope I don’t lose cos
[Chorus]
There’s places I wanna go just been Monaco but it’s not sticks
Zoot in my hand leaf and trees my kind of trip
Realising that this anti-social ting is hard to fix Shit
Used to be so confident don’t know how this shit all flipped
[Bridge]
How did it flip
Most days I be feeling like shit
Most days I be feeling like nothing
Most days I just feel like running
Most days I just feel like slugging it out
Like I pray that I nigga try suttin
I just be locked up in the house
Wondering if my time is coming cos
[Chorus]
There’s places I wanna go just been Monaco but it’s not sticks
Zoot in my hand leaf and trees my kind of trip
Realising that this anti-social ting is hard to fix Shit
Used to be so confident don’t know how this shit all flipped