[Verse 1 Context] Im in the same spot And my pockets got all the same rocks That I got in the same squat Same scotch pot, all in the same shop Yeah, and will I ever move? And I know itd be clever to So just put on your school shoes Go out and get leathered in a Wetherspoons But with a pay packet this weak For the week, I know mate, its peak Do I get wrecked up for the night Or keep it and eat for a week? And you need to keep on guard Whats occurring is deep A mate sold his stuff to buy crack To smoke on his own while you sleep [Hook Context Jenna G x2] Cause were 20something Were somewhere inbetween Were 20something Where were going, were not sure Were 20something We keep making the same mistakes Were 20something But got time to make some more [Verse 2 Context] Are we worthless mugs? Fussed about buying new shirts and drugs Smug, strip clubs and chugs Buy you a tequila, swap for a tug Its that vanity song That asks where my sanitys gone And Im pissed that the only cheque that I seem to get Is a fucking reality one I feel useless and shit Its as ruthless as this Yeah, Im a 20something in a caff with my fryup Mopping up my bean juice with my chips And now, Ive got pages filled We just try to go and pay the bills Pubs, girls, raves and pills Jaded thrills [Hook] [Verse 3 Context] And I see some lads my age Earning double what they pay me But the only double I get Is the one that ends in JD And yeah, Im all alone at night Thinking its changed from playing Golden Eye Now all we do is go phone a guy To get stuff to take through our nose or eye Then I record it for your Bose with mics Way Ive spoken loud Spout gas from my lungs And when Im gurning is the only time I bite my tongue Im out there, being lagerfueled Use drinks till the strings on your heart are pulled These are tales of lads Who fear ending up unremarkable [Hook]
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