Leave the City and Come Home

So here you are in Hoxton two years on

Since you left that little no where that you're from

First few weeks you stayed with your ex,

same old arguments but without the sex.

Now you're renting down the road its not so cheap

Every weekend police stayed in the street

wirey looking kids looked up eyes down

we then biked to the arctic crown

Now they're sqauring up

"What phone you got bruv"?

Yeah they're gonna give you grief

You still get home in one piece.

In the bar your mates spark celebrity

But you're not fussed by the gay guy on CBBC

Limos fury hen nights to the west end

the night is dragging its heals till the end

now he's in your face.

"Got any drugs on you mate"?

You get out for some peace

still get home by our feet

see now your home,

crashing out in your coat

Jet lagged from the night bus/bars?

Planning your escape

No point in trying to act all hard

as the kids take the piss when you walk past

No sane place left to go

your mates aren't in the start and yes I'll grow

Now you're tearing up

just need one night off

Get out of this in one peace

and come home for some sleep

Now you're home

crash out in your coat

jet lagged from the night bus

and plan your escape.