We May Grow Old But We Never Grow Up

Here it is

Yo

This day, that day, everyday a rat race

Been around since fat lace

Tell me how that tastes, partner

No, I′m not a chancer

Now I found the right answers like catch phrase

It tastes like prime time

Ask me again it tastes like fine wine

Back it again, the same rules apply

The same rules apply

Ten years ago, like remember remember

Example remember remember the fifth of November

Have you got a penny for the guy

Who's the guy? I′m the guy

Barge in, ain't got a sim son

Sat at home lookin' at the margins

Homer and Marge in the sketch

I′m the family guy

Mad at me why?

And you′re mad at me why?

Time might fly but the hits don't lie

Got me Shakira, the hips don′t lie

Got me a fam and the kids still cry

Got me a house and the paints still dry

Didn't have to forfeit, fuck gettin′ a mortgage

And that don't mean I don′t care about your kids

I care more than you know

More than you know

I'm bout bout to blow

Blow for the third time

You know my name by now

If you heard grime you know my voice by now

If you heard part tech house dubstep rut race

Scream when the motherfuckin' beat drop

Hip hop, or trip hop

Fuck knows, there′s a sick drop

And when I stop, it′s a mic drop

And your eyes go red with envy, cyclops

I don't mean that in a mean way

When I′m up in your brain like a Jean Grey

Big tune still getting replayed by the DJ

While my peer group fade away

Get a good woman you can bleed to

'Cause when you settle down she will bleed too

Then you′ll meet your kids and they breathe too

I do it by myself I don't need crew

I did a chorus for Holla when I didn′t need to

I'm unorthodox like hits with 32

UK rap was a lesser scene, flopped like Ketamine

Tried it with Stephen way back Professor Green

Amphetamine, get 'em in

You bet I′m keen

Not a lover, Billie Jean

But I′m smashin' every stage into smithereens

I know I ain′t from the streets

But I'm a pain with the beats

Ask Mike Skinner when he signed me in 2005

Back when I came from the streets

Didn′t have to shot, got my dad to thank

White middle class but my grime's still dank

You can battle me but your hands still wank

′Cause I get more views with the Nando's skank

Auditorium, ordered all of 'em

Everybody′s spitting now, where′s the story tellin'

Here′s the saw again, maybe this is the way

Fuckin' Mandalorian

And I could handle all of ′em

I've been a fan of all of ′em

And now I'm standing tall again

And if I fall I fall again

Who's the man, he′s the man

Deeper than, a pizza pan

A thousand times like a kilogram

Still fresh faced like he′s Peter Pan

Ten years from now when I still show up

Try to pull the plug and I still blow up

Yeah I told ya, won't shut up

I may grow old but I′ll never, grow, up

(We may grow old but we never grow up)

(We may grow old but we never grow up)

(We may grow old but we never grow up)

(We may grow old but we never grow, never grow)

(We may grow old but we never grow up)

(We may grow old but we never grow up)

(We may grow old but we never grow up)

(We may grow old but we never grow, never grow)

(Never grow)

(Never grow, never grow)

(Never grow)

(Never grow, never grow)