PIGEONS

I used to run round naked chasing pigeons
Get home vision
Never got it that I grew up being British
James Bond’s next mission, the Queen gets my digits
Doing drugs not enough so I quit it
Text my old school friends, let me hit it
Says she down so I’m cooking in the kitchen
Exams, think I’ll miss it, I fucked my revision
I’ll take you way back home
The sun don’t shine so the moon won’t glow
Everybody round me who’s confused won’t know
Why I’m always sleeping or I’m rude and so
I still feel low, come back home
The sun don’t shine so the moon won’t glow
Take a little picture, Polaroid, I hope
I never have to pay back the things I owe
The things I owe
Unless they get back to 2003
Where the sky was still blue and the grass was still green
Now the kids being rude through the cracks on our screens
So we say something true, thinking fast on our feet
Told the girls with their make up it’s past Halloween
Grabbed the car, get on fill it up, gasoline
50K on the watch, tryna track calories
Got a text from my ex but she left me on seen (aw)
I’ll take you way back home
The sun don’t shine so the moon won’t glow
Everybody round me who’s confused won’t know
Why I’m always sleeping or I’m rude and so
I still feel low, come back home
The sun don’t shine so the moon won’t glow
Take a little picture, Polaroid, I hope
I never have to pay back the things I owe
The things I owe