| Life was cool, life was clean
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| Life was school, life would gleam
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| No fighting fools, lighting green and frightening dreams
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| When I was a young boy
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| Young boy
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| Life was cool, life was clean
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| Life was school, life would gleam
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| No fighting fools, lighting green and frightening dreams
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| When I was a young boy
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| Young boy
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| When I was a young boy
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| I was fascinated by the world around me
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| No more days as a baby that was crying loudly
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| Seeking praise without the concept of dying proudly
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| Not stuck defining how we must live the lives of bounty
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| Lies surround me, and no one treats me like an equal
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| In their minds they doubt me so I’m out manipulating people
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| They’re feeble the way they fold to pressure, no means yes but, in a minute
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| When I’m finished crying and shouting, lying about shit benefiting
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| My goal was never quitting
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| But every role was controlled, well except for shitting you weren’t different
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| But listen I’m young but not dumb, for some I was humble and fun
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| They thought I was under the thumb, till they saw what hunger had done
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| The place where my hunger begun, ambition manifested
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| Dad arrested, 'til I looked at the chains that I hadn’t tested
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| Hadn’t guessed it, would have been this easy… Enjoying all this freedom shit
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| deceived me
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| Can I still believe everything in this TV?
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| But my mind runs freely, vivid thoughts in my head
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| While my old man sips from tea leaves and tells me to go to bed
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| He said «Son, one day you’ll be a man with a plan that is grand»
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| But all I’d say is could I have a pound for the ice cream van
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| Life was cool, life was clean
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| Life was school, life would gleam
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| No fighting fools, lighting green and frightening dreams
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| When I was a young boy
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| Young boy
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| Life was cool, life was clean
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| Life was school, life would gleam
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| No fighting fools, lighting green and frightening dreams
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| When I was a young boy
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| Young boy
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| When I was a young boy
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| I loved noise, exercise, gun toys
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| Guess I wasn’t impressed n' thought what’s next to try «skunk boys»
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| Dumb ploys like leading animosity to feel me
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| And sleeping with that bitch yeah curiosity she killed me
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| I’m still me… Just my visions 20−20, hindsight
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| Is real deep, back then was never ready to shine bright
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| And when the times right my mind might find that I try
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| To fly blind, stuck in a cycle vital moments in my time line
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| I write mine 'cause while I’ve changed I’m stuck raw
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| 'Cause yeah I gave it a bash, but wish I gave a fuck more
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| The days of hating the facts are done for, Dad battles Mum wars
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| Love causing shit for no reason, that’s what you’re young for
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| I used to say bun law, 'cause more time I got stopped by coppers
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| Hopped from pocketing Pokémon cards at the top of the yard
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| To bopping with shottas at large, there was no clocking the charge
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| Of negative energy buried in me can’t stop coughing it’s hard
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| But now I’m smoking aces, wrote every goal to chase it
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| All my life you said I wasn’t shit because I chose to waste it
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| But now I flow with grace and chose to lay this track down
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| To show the days I took for granted, Ali looking back now
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| Life was cool, life was clean
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| Life was school, life would gleam
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| No fighting fools, lighting green and frightening dreams
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| When I was a young boy
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| Young boy
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| Life was cool, life was clean
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| Life was school, life would gleam
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| No fighting fools, lighting green and frightening dreams
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| When I was a young boy
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| Young boy
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| When I was a young boy |