[Intro]
Kickin' footys at the wall till my foot's bleedin'
Nickin' doughnuts from the store 'cause it's cool stealing
Getting chased by the feds for a few minutes
But I've eaten all the evidence I'm good with it, fifteen—

[Verse 1]
Yeah, we grew up in that lad culture
Cup-of-tea-and-a-fag culture
"Shut up, bruv, are you mad?" culture
Arms out like we're mad vultures
Watch your food, man, there's mad vultures
Circled skies, purple eyes, insecure
Making jabs, BCGs, MSN (Ping-ping-ping)
Pop a pill, aren't we friends? (Top shelf)
Got the mag, FHM, loud behaviour
Spelling "BOOBS" on a calculator
Lip gloss, thick mascara, got a semi on the .52
It's a different kind of twisted youth
I'm hardly a Prince Charming, but I'll buy a Freddo and I'll split with you
Never understood living under books
Practicing ducking and landing hooks
We ain't even saying that it's good
We were living in a mould, never doing what we told
Many dreams we were sold never came true
Now I'm living and I'm bold, I remember being cold
And I'm glad I never grew up with the same views
Gotta fight what we know, leave our pride in the snow
Gotta pray we evolve for our own sake
But it's class on class, and this money burns fast
So we gotta take charge at our own pace, ayy
[Chorus]
I'm way too high off that sugar (Sugar)
I wanna get chill, get Buddha (Buddha)
Break the law, well, I would've (Would've)
'Cause nobody love a do-gooder
Nobody love a do-gooder

[Post-Chorus]
Goodie, goodie-gumdrops
Goodie, goodie, goodie, goodie
Goodie, goodie-gumdrops
Goodie, goodie, goodie, goodie
Goodie, goodie

[Verse 2]
Kickin' footys at the wall till my foot's bleedin'
Nickin' doughnuts from the store 'cause it's cool stealing
Getting chased by the feds for a few minutes
But I've eaten all the evidence, I'm good with it
Fifteen years old but I feel like a man
Wanna have sex but don't know if I can
Feeling kinda trembly, a shake in my hand
But let's just do this so I can tell all the gang, yeah
Am I cool now? Have respect of the crew now?
Top boy, top of the school ground
I'm getting too loud
Too big for the boot, I should get some new shoes out
Telling all my friends we'll be boys forever
As we pass that blunt and we sip on Stella
Watch the sunrise drop, won't get home for dinner
The old times got me good, yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
I'm way too high off that sugar (Yeah)
I wanna get chill, get buddha (Yeah)
Break the law, well, I would've
'Cause nobody love a do-gooder, nobody love a do-gooder
I'm way too high off that sugar (Sugar)
I wanna get chill, get buddha (Buddha)
Break the law, well, I would've (Would've)
'Cause nobody love a do-gooder, nobody love a do-gooder

[Post-Chorus]
Goodie, goodie-gumdrops
Goodie, goodie (Goodie, goodie), goodie, goodie-gumdrops (Gumdrops)
Goodie, goodie, goodie, goodie, goodie, goodie-gumdrops (Gumdrops)
Goodie, goodie, goodie, goodie, goodie, goodie-gumdrops
Goodie, goodie (Goodie, goodie), goodie, goodie (Goodie, goodie)
Goodie, goodie (Gumdrops)

[Outro]
Love hearts, fake kisses
Clear bags of pain and wishes
Two trips won't make a difference
But one more might push the limit, yeah
Grew up, same visions
Search far to find what's missing, yeah
What a time to be young
Oh what a time it was
Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, yeah