Treetop (feat. Jason Williamson)
You bring it down you don't say two
Treetop on you
Treetop on you
Treetop on you
You bring it down you don't say two.
I'm not putting up playlists anymore
To many wannabes pinching the look
Getting supports from the stuff I put up
No homework makes ya all look duff
What ya acting all local for?
This ain't a shop and ya not 12 ya cuuuuunt
Spent years making out that ya top now
ya acting like a local that's losing the plot
Shit car fronts in silver
Astra curses and flek no silver, wholesalers,
Duffer, duffer, I'll knock ya out in front of 20 skateboarders
next to the artisan coffee quarters
Spent 5 quid on a bacon sandwich that looked like a pig
More meat than a whale with a thick lip, sod that shit. Fuck off!
That engineering factory.
Aveling barfords 60 fags a day I ain't going that way, and I didn't.
Look at me, I'm Elvis. Look at me, I'm Elvis.
Treetop on you
Treetop on you
Treetop on you
You bring it down you don't say two.
Treetop on you
Treetop on you
Treetop on you
You bring it down you don't say two.
Punk points with a variance cosy journalists
with no life experience, really,
5 stars for a wank record on no one's lips,
not even a slight stain like my joggers that have got no zips,
light blue light tubes, no bathroom,
the tiled walk back to the bar and quiet spot of self disbelief,
I'm wankered on some freak streak of good luck
Treetop on you
Treetop on you
Treetop on you
You bring it down you don't say two.
I'm not chucking up outside anymore
Against the walls of myself as cars score lights
on backdropped calls, screams and beer fear,
men out of control on gear fear
I reckon we just see what happens,
like dapper Darren's and Ibiza Sharon's,
sniff mums and dads and pensioners who still think they're lads
Treetop on you
Treetop on you
Treetop on you
You bring it down you don't say two.
Treetop on you
Treetop on you
Treetop on you
You bring it down you don't say two.
Treetop on you
Treetop on you
Treetop on you
You bring it down you don't say two.
Treetop on you
Treetop on you
Treetop on you
You bring it down you don't say two.
Treetop on you
Treetop on you
Treetop on you
You bring it down you don't say two.
I'm not putting up playlists anymore
To many wannabes pinching the look
Getting supports from the stuff I put up
No homework makes ya all look duff
What ya acting all local for?
This ain't a shop and ya not 12 ya cuuuuunt
Spent years making out that ya top now
ya acting like a local that's losing the plot
Shit car fronts in silver
Astra curses and flek no silver, wholesalers,
Duffer, duffer, I'll knock ya out in front of 20 skateboarders
next to the artisan coffee quarters
Spent 5 quid on a bacon sandwich that looked like a pig
More meat than a whale with a thick lip, sod that shit. Fuck off!
That engineering factory.
Aveling barfords 60 fags a day I ain't going that way, and I didn't.
Look at me, I'm Elvis. Look at me, I'm Elvis.
Treetop on you
Treetop on you
Treetop on you
You bring it down you don't say two.
Treetop on you
Treetop on you
Treetop on you
You bring it down you don't say two.
Punk points with a variance cosy journalists
with no life experience, really,
5 stars for a wank record on no one's lips,
not even a slight stain like my joggers that have got no zips,
light blue light tubes, no bathroom,
the tiled walk back to the bar and quiet spot of self disbelief,
I'm wankered on some freak streak of good luck
Treetop on you
Treetop on you
Treetop on you
You bring it down you don't say two.
I'm not chucking up outside anymore
Against the walls of myself as cars score lights
on backdropped calls, screams and beer fear,
men out of control on gear fear
I reckon we just see what happens,
like dapper Darren's and Ibiza Sharon's,
sniff mums and dads and pensioners who still think they're lads
Treetop on you
Treetop on you
Treetop on you
You bring it down you don't say two.
Treetop on you
Treetop on you
Treetop on you
You bring it down you don't say two.
Treetop on you
Treetop on you
Treetop on you
You bring it down you don't say two.
Treetop on you
Treetop on you
Treetop on you
You bring it down you don't say two.
Credits
Writer(s): Jason Williamson, Kevin Richard Martin
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