All Got Our Runnins EP lyrics

again I step out my yard
head swings round, clocks my landlord
start chippin up the road cos I owe him three-weeks dough

the ships sinkin, teles on the blink
n in the pub its one beer to last all evening
later on chips for feedin

when the quids are down
try sneakin a bottle of brandy round bouncers into the Ministry Of Sound
scored, Moffat, back indoors with a profit

hey, i already send these, but they're still not up yet, so....

'Cause I can't be doing with your crap anymore
So why don't you give me my lighter back
And then track
Cause I can't be doing with your crap anymore
So why don't you give me my lighter back
And then track

You walk in the door packed pockets
Guess what geez
Say you've had it but now you've lost it again

Instrumental

turn left up the street
nothing but grey concrete and dead beats
grab something to eat maccy d's or kfc
only one choice in the city
done voicing my pity
now let's get to the nitty gritty
tune reminds me of my first e
quite unique still 16 and feeling horny
point to the sky feel free
see here people are all equals
smiles in front and behind me
swimming the deep blue sea
corn fields sway lazily