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A man with a saw is worrying a neighbourhood
The South London Gallery is showcasing memory lost
Sitting at the desk, thinking 'bout the studio
Thinking about my dance class and shake your ass
Kendrick and Drake are doing diss tracks now
When I was little, all I wanted to become was a 27-year-old
Then I might be 32 by the time I sing this song
When I was little, all I wanted to become was a lawyer
As if love was right, as if love was fair
Ah-ah, ah-ah
Ah-ah, ah-ah
Ah-ah, ah-ah
Ah-ah, ah-ah
Hidden blood on my hands so heavy
Weight drag me down to the pavement holes
Not being revealed but north lost souls
Wave goodbye from Imperial Core
Matcha bitter I sweeten with honey
Then bite into my immigrant lunch
My overdraft tastes so lovely
Rainbow glows as another bomb drops
As if love was right
As if love was fair
As if love was right
As if love was fair
Ah-ah, ah-ah
Ah-ah, ah-ah
Ah-ah, ah-ah
Ah-ah, ah-ah