Cool Kids

Remember when I thought the world was small
And that a crash mat was under all me falls
That's pragmatic foolery, now take off all that jewellery, mate
Boys turn to cruelty, before any thought of opportunity
Though frownin' never suited me
But you better get used to it 'cause now I'm used to it
And just like that, mate, in a flick of a switch

(Hey how are ya?)
Who are ya?
Who are ya?
Who are ya?
Who the fuck are ya? Eh?
Yeah-yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah

13, feelin' nostalgia, still mummy's little soldier
Got an inklin' things will get colder as a lad has to get older
Dash the controller, no electricity fortnightly revolver
In the dark, hard times makes a lad vulgar
Mummy's hard at work, still can't find dad on the search
Step dad's a silent sir and I hate singin' at the church
And these school shoes are the worst, turned a ponce for a purse
But on the corner, there's some work

Might sell a bit of puff
Daddy's on the miss and it sucks
Need new kicks and stuff
Who needs a bit of puff?
079 me for a buzz
All the cool kids sell drugs

Might sell a bit of puff
Daddy's on the miss and it sucks
Need new kicks and stuff
Who needs a bit of puff?
079 me for a buzz
All the cool kids sell drugs

Yo, hide it anywhere I can, this the shit that mummy can't stand
On the road the Michelin man, everyday it's only 'bout gang
Couldn't make the maths exam, handcuffs on the wrist 'til they jammed
Behind the door, I heard it slam, mum won't bail me out of this jam
Big up me big sister Sam, always bailed me out of the slammer
Me, Zees' and Sam up all night watchin' a manga
Where do I start? Mum and sister at it with anger
Why is this a part of our upbringin', this anger?

Might sell a bit of puff
Daddy's on the miss and it sucks
Need new kicks and stuff
Who needs a bit of puff?
079 me for a buzz
All the cool kids sell drugs

Might sell a bit of puff
That will get me run away love
'Cause mum's at work and stuff
Gotta sell me some puff
Gotta buy me new bird, some UGGs
New love started off with a hug