[Intro: Takura]

Don't got a whole lot of cash

But I want to make this last

Can you give me what I need?

[Hook: Takura & Context]

Oh oh, on my knees

These Cs I'm living on my knees indeed

Cs

Oh oh, on my knees

These Cs I'm living on my knees, it seems

Cs

Oh oh, on my knees

These Cs I'm living on my knees indeed

Cs

Oh oh, on my knees

These Cs I'm living on my knees, it seems

Cs

[Verse 1: Context]

No double cheek kiss pour moi, need six Christian Lacroix

Drop on the count of trois, encore une fois

Head down, hood up and [?] tout droit

Yeah, and we tweet [?] the contents of my socks

Split the rock, I need Cs, can't stop

My Britain's not broken, it's been forgot, what you got?

Park Lane blue label, sign here

EMI telling me it's my year

I'll have Cs, kick it in high gear design gear

Silk on my skin, yet wiping a tear

[Bridge 1: Context x3]

We're the anxiety penners

Mate, I need Cs, not playing with Kennards

And when I get them, I still have mates

Yep, that loved me, yep, when I was borrowing tenners

[Hook: Takura & Context x2]

[Verse 2: Context]

Mate, I need Cs, sick of living on my knees

Chip shop chic, living in D

Yep, I need Cs, just doubling the fees

Like "put it on plastic mate, please"

Caviar, coke, Chanel and champers

And credit, bosh, yeah, I said it

Yeah, I got gassed up, yes, you best dead it

Aspirations got them beheaded, yep

Yeah, and why'd you think that I'm [?]

On some level mate, I do it to forget

That I'm 20 odd, you've not heard of me yet

And a call centre job stole my intellect

[Bridge 2: Context x3]

I'm a white lightning kid

Nights and spliffs, yeah, you know what I'm writing is

Tells the lads who spend their nights fighting, pissed

That dispatches you might have missed

[Hook: Takura & Context x2]