cook & effy

Uhm, lately, I've been dealing with trying to quit smoking

I relied on it for such a long time

Every time I stop or try to stop, I'll

Go a week or two or three or whatever

And that, that, that itching feeling in the bottom of my

Stomach just, just growing and growing and growing and growing

I just don't know how to get through these emotions

Why is it light outside already?

I need skins, cooking effy

Walking home 'cause the Uber price is nuts

But the pavement feels like jelly

I think I'm in love

I could've been someone

It's always the comedown that gets me

Now I need skins, cooking effy

I would've gone home, but I got way too drunk

And the cloakroom girl was sexy

I think I'm in love

Swear I could've been someone

Yeah, I been reflecting all week long

I need to lose my mind more often

Gave up smoking, but I have one

I guess there ain't much fun in stopping

Call up Benny, call up Tom

If they don't answer, I'm out of options

I wanna fill my body with toxin

'Til the nights wrapped like Action Bronson

Driver's license, must've lost it

Got a full beard, they don't ID me

Two shows in Manny, next week up north

Like I'm in Coronation Street

But this real life, not ITV

Two phone K and a light HD

Whole weekend got blurry

But I quite like it when I can't see shit

Why is it light outside already?

I need skins, cooking effy

Walking home 'cause the Uber price is nuts

But the pavement feels like jelly

I think I'm in love

I could've been someone

It's always the comedown that gets me

Now I need skins, cooking effy

I would've gone home, but I got way too drunk

And the cloakroom girl was sexy

I think I'm in love

Swear I could've been someone (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

(Give me a second, I'll be there in a minute)

If you don't know me already

That's cool, I'd rather that then

Then you know me and move beggy

Back then, yeah, I was tekky

Now I'm older, I'm all jelly

Raise my kids, get them teddies

Thirty now, don't watch my belly

Glastonbury, I was on the telly

What, there's no readies?

Want me dead? You must be leggy

Now when I do my thing at festies

Know that I get way more than twenty

Drinking bevvies

And your girlfriend's moving pecky

But it's getting long, man

I'm gonna have to run in a minute like

Why is it light outside already?

I need skins, cooking effy

Walking home 'cause the Uber price is nuts

But the pavement feels like jelly

I think I'm in love

I could've been someone

It's always the comedown that gets me

Now I need skins, cooking effy

I would've gone home, but I got way too drunk

And the cloakroom girl was sexy

I think I'm in love

Swear I could've been someone

Alright, mate, how you keeping?

Just went into a pub in Dublin there

Had a nice wee creamy Guinness

Listening to your song

Absolute vibe

Lovely way to end a Wednesday night