Yeah
Let me run it back again
Run it back again and again

Remember when we first started this shit?
(Yeah run it back)
Studio with the egg cartons and shit
(ha ha yeah)
You with the Fruity Loops with the crack
(Straight up)
Still hear the washing machine in the back of the track, ‘member that?
Up in the shack on a Thursday night
(Friday too bruv)
24 Steinies, purple Nikes or were they Porsches?
Remember them yellow ones with the doves?
What were they callеd?
Don't know the name but I know the buzz
Eh, you know what it was
How thе fuck did we end up here?
(Where the fuck we end up?)
We used to get too cut to set up the gear
(Ah shit)
Turn that shit off and then turn it back on
One day you’re here next minute you're, shit, ten years on
Remember that gig on New Years Eve?
Some dude wanted beef
Jumped off stage and cracked him in the teeth
Like right on the beat
Then the lights came on and we bounced out
(Oh shit let's gap bruv!)
And the next thing you hear is “count down 10, 9, 8”
Remember them days?
Minimum wage
Cheap champagne to cover my pain
Pour me up
Pour me up straight no chase
Chewing my face on stage
Funny how the memory fades
But the shit don’t change

I still ‘member them days
Minimum wage
All night on the waste
Jump in the van and sleep on the plane
Shit look at how far we came from the back of the bus to the front page
Run it all back and I'll do it again
D.I.C down memory lane

Remember when we first ended this shit? Damn
Candle burnt to the end of the wick
Shit, well that's it
All of the benders caught up with us
And I couldn't handle bruv, I'll admit it
I should have said some shit but I didn't
Remember I drunk that bottle of lean then almost ODed?
That one there was close for me, you know I was raised by fiends
But you had my back back then, ‘til now
Remember when I had the Xans? You took that shit out my hands and threw it into the crowd
And that's what a real motherfucker does
My bruv, the record label never gave one fuck
If one of us died they're doubling up
And all of that fame shit was a drug and they were the plug
And the strip club wasn’t my buzz
We used to do this shit for the love
Remember that one New Years that we did
Whole night before we were up on ‘cid
Didn’t sleep and still killed the gig
And that's how it was, still how it is
Show biz
And I used to wish for a life like this
Now let an old man reminisce

I still remember them days
Minimum wage
Cheap champagne to cover my pain
Pour me up
Pour me up straight no chase
Chewing my face on stage
Funny how the memory fades
But the shit don’t change

I still ‘member them days
Minimum wage
All night on the waste
Jump in the van and sleep on the plane
Shit look at how far we came from the back of the bus to the front page
Run it all back and I'll do it again
D.I.C down memory lane

Yeah we had to run it back one more time you know just cos it felt right this time
We been through a lot of shit together man — Haz, Silk, Tūī, Substance, Lucky, (?) Hone, Get Bang, Gibs, Joe, Mike, Chris, Dickie, Wes, Dom, Eno, Manu, Ev Love, the whole band
RIP Louie Knuxx we been through a lot man
Shit you know my memory's too fucked up to remember everybody
Shout out to my bro Ben
We been doing this shit for too long bro we too old to be doing this shit, but just feels right to us
This shit's all we have
This shit is all we have man
I love this shit bro
I can’t give this shit up yet
So run it back
Run it back one more time
(Nice jeans bro! Nice jeans! Oh come on buddy!)
(Smoke crack to this smoke crack to this)
I got a new day on the way
I said I got a new day on the way yeah
I ain't worried about nothing
(Don't worry don't worry don't worry)
So don't worry about me
(Don't worry don't worry)
I got a new one coming round tonight
Please don't be sorry for me

Yeah I just got laid off but trust I got some work
I can have a new one on the way just say the word
The message on the door said “please do not disturb”
Can read it on my forehead I am not concerned

I ain't reading any tweets give a shit about a bird
Little city full of sheep I ain't care what you heard
I ain't got time to cry about a bridge that I burned
Everything will be alright
We live, we learn

I ain't worried about nothing
(Don't worry don't worry don't worry)
So don't worry about me
(Don't worry don't worry)
I got a new one coming round tonight
(please) don't be sorry for me
I got a new day on the way
(Can't give a shit just as long as I ain't straight)
I say I got a new day on the way
(Pull me up another Henny with the OJ)

I ain't worried about what I had
Look what I have
I'm out here in my bag looking fat
I don't feel too bad for you man
Shit is good I ain't doing too bad for a dad
Shit I coulda been assed out back at Cad's with the crackheads
But instead I'm in the lab
I ain't tryna brag but for real she's looking bad
And I ain't got no time for looking back

I ain't worried about nothing
(Don't worry don't worry don't worry)
So don't worry about me
(Don't worry don't worry)
I got a new one coming round tonight
So don't be sorry for me

I got a new day on the way
I told her put it on my face
I got a new one on the way
So heat up the plate
And don't worry (don't worry, don't worry)
Don't worry about me
(Don't worry don't worry don't worry)

Please don't cry for me
I'll be fine
Shit's sweet
She outside beep beep
Only problem that I got is I don't know which one to keep

I said please don't cry for me
I'll be fine it's alright
Shit's sweet
She outside in the ride beep beep
Only problem that I got is I don't know which one to keep

[OUTRO]
I don't mean to be some kind of misog on it I'm just trying to get over my shit, tryna get through my trauma, I ain't tryna hurt nobody I'm just tryna spread the love
I mean the only way to heal the heart is by fucken more of the same shit that caused the pain in the first place that's what I'm saying
So heat the plate up we can do whatever we gotta do come through you know I already told her the truth I'm not lying anymore I'm just tryna be real I'm tryna get over my shit tell myself not to worry yeah I'm full of shit broke inside but I don't give a fuck let's make some love tonight let's fucken have a party let's do what we gotta do don't worry about me
Eh! (Please don't — I won't)
You more worried about yourself than anyone is bruv just do your fucken thing you'll be alright
It's a divorce party baby! (There's no one in the studio, just me)
You know marriage gotta fucken end some day anyway let's have a party for what we had let's fucken celebrate what we had! It wasn't all bad, right?
Hey Whit, I got your back you know I still love you baby mama drama all that shit
You know I'm still cool everything's all good
Don't worry about me

Do worry about me though to be real, like, check up on me every now and then cos you know fucken you know, this is all a act, it's just fucken music you know
Deep down I'm pretty fucked up
But I'll be sweet!
Heh heh heh heh