[Intro]

Are you listening bruv?

[Verse 1: Collistar]

British boy issues, Mansize tissues

Canna vine brew and some substance misuse

Johnny West, lover for the tin food

Just about fit the double bed in this slim room

Cold shoulder, grew up in an igloo

None of us have seen what the poor fella's been through

Oyster card, late night, E2

Waiting at the bridge 'cause the kid can only see blue

Grey skies, brake lights

All his dreams, all his hopes, straight down the drainpipe

Inside of Heathrow, the planes they take flight

It seems likе nighttimes turned into daytime, woi

Is thеre anyone there?

He's been looking to the sky with the heaviest stare

He don't need a couple quid or a penny to spare

Just a person that's got a couple minutes to share (The good news)

[Chorus: Collistar]

Are you listening bruv?

The kid went from picking up to going sitting in scrubs

Trapped in his mind before he went inside

There's a chapel near the soul, there's only hell near the club

Are you listening bruv?

Are you listening bruv?

I'm just another white kid from the Londinium subs

Grew up in the sliver 'round a million pubs

I used to get around Him but now He's filling me up

[Verse 2: Collistar]

Nike Shox, he likes to kickbox

Don't roll to chip shops, he wants the gym bod

Holler at his ex' Facebook inbox

Stop looking bad mate, put your trust in God

Stand firm

Now we're back on the curb

He's got a tablet in his bag and his jacket is fur

Stammer when he speaks, that's a spanner in the works

Too much, not enough, that's the capital's curse

He saw a door so he sat in the church

Sitting in the pew, letting [?]

Man the geezer felt like he was a cabbage in the dirt

When the Lord starts to move you don't panic with your words, woi

He's been sitting right there

He's been closer than you know when you been whispering prayers

He can sort it out for good before your silly affairs

Just gotta seek Him with your face and He will make you aware

[Chorus: Collistar]

Are you listening bruv?

Are you listening bruv?

The kid went from picking up to going sitting in scrubs

Trapped in his mind before he went inside

There's a chapel near the soul, there's only hell near the club

Are you listening bruv?

Are you listening bruv?

I'm just another white kid from the Londinium subs

Grew up in the sliver 'round a million pubs

I used to get around Him but now He's filling me up