Sitting in the sunny side of South Shields

Dropping off deliveries while waiting for some deals on wheels

This: a making of a happy meal;

Mouth moving like your munching on the words I trail

My words run a train but I'm more de-railed

Gone off the rails

In my mental scape

My thoughts are too detailed yet they're feeling fake

Unexplored areas like an unknown earth

Unintelligent expert - I don't know my worth

Worth every penny so I pocket all my change

Every little hеlps - but I'm failing to change my ways

Ways wrong - days gone

Now I hit the fucking bong oncе more

On this concourse of life

On the metro

Smell of gas and petrol

Hash and mentos

Chavs and retros

Rats and benzo's

Same old same old

Now I’ve got to go

Once again

From Chichester to South Shields, just to get to fucking bed

Yeah I sleep a lot

Yeah I creep a lot

Round my house in the night cause I love the dark

So I’ll spark one up

No need to spark them out

Got about an ounce in a house if you wanna bounce to chill

Got some time to kill

Are you ride or die, we can go and fly to the hill

- and grab a deal

From lengs shed, the mens best friend is a bucket set to send you west

I’m coasting

From South Shields to saint james; I’m on the long roads fam