| Separation’s mad, cos we don’t even talk no more you don’t even cross my mind
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| Really that’s sad cos I was on the bedroom floor waiting for the PS3 pad
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| I remember the smell, you was trying to make man blaze
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| Them times I was way too young
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| Nobody could tell, but deep down I was just following you like you was the one
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| You remember the creps? |
| 110s we used to call them, yours were the baddest on
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| road
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| Them days were the best, free as a bird pedalling from postcode to postcode
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| Reaching speeds on a Mongoose Pro playing grime beats on a stolen phone
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| I remember the Samsung D500 with the little speaker on it was cold
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| 20 man deep, bear different emcee names, everybody had bars
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| Do you remember the Toyota Corolla, bear different stolen cars
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| Even the dog’s nickname was Bullet, because it was leaving holes in necks
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| And you got hench and had man feeling weak Samson with no dreads
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| We don’t talk no more but that’s fine
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| Please tell your mum I said hi
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| Them days are gone and they’re never gonna come back
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| We’re older now and that’s life
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| No disrespect, back then you was on top and it felt like you was the guy
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| Separation’s mad and time flies cos now you’re institutionalised
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| I remember living crazy
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| I remember we were ride or die
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| Just one minute we were wavy
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| Now separation’s got me living like
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| I remember living crazy
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| I remember we were ride or die
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| Just one minute we were wavy
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| Now separation’s got me living like
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| It’s mad how time can fly
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| Separation’s mad cos we don’t even chill no more
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| I don’t even ring your line I was with you in the trap
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| I couldn’t believe my eyes when I seen your hustle and grind
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| Back then you was wham, what are you about 6'2″
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| You made man feel so small
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| Back then the Nokia never stopped ringing it was like phone call after phone
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| call
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| 18 ounces in the holdall, to me it was full of dust
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| I would watch you cook until it turned into a golf ball
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| Then you’d break it up into little rocks and we’d hit the road until dawn
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| Still don’t know how we never got caught
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| I thought we wore the balli to stay warm
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| But when I look back you was just on form
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| that was the flex
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| Over the road for chicken and chips
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| And you had some of the waviest old school Nike jackets I’d ever seen in the
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| bits
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| You kept elastic bands on your wrist
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| And you told me to keep stacks in thousands
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| I remember the night that we kept counting and we must have stopped at about 26
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| And the time that we dug up the ting and you wanted me to let it bang and it
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| jammed
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| When I look back, the ting was rusty and it probably could have blown off man’s
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| hand
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| We don’t talk much now and it’s strange
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| I hope your mum’s okay
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| Separations mad and it’s all change
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| No disrespect but you’re not the same
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| I remember living crazy
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| I remember we were ride or die
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| Just one minute we were wavy
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| Now separation’s got me living like
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| I remember living crazy
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| I remember we were ride or die
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| Just one minute we were wavy
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| Now separation’s got me living like
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| It’s mad how time can fly
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| It’s mad how time can fly
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| It’s mad how time can fly
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| It’s mad how time can fly |