Jumpers for goalposts
bikeshed kisses, you know what this is
swing never misses, 
fresh up out the kitchen, 
back when you would have to pitch in
with the dishes, 
or your mum's getting straight up vicious 
Jumpers for goalposts
bikeshed kisses, you know what this is
ignorant of blisses, 
Back to the school days, 
raised on the wishes, 
of everybody, but you 
Pray, you never listened 


The vietnam frontline was nothing on the school bus, 
the backseat thrones, that was only for the cool ones
sitting by the driver and it's who the fuck are you bruv?
I was in the middle, the inbetweener, who moved up 
couple of seats to be seated with my school crush 
us kids in the Midlands, we never said too much 
I learned to rap by miming in the mirror with a toothbrush 
feeling too fresh, like any year 2 does 

(sample) 

Years went by then I was living on an island 
Looking at the kids as the bus rolled by, 
when I didn't know a soul, remembering my first day
ripping up the midfield up football at first break 
still hanging round with a couple of my first mates, 
still embarrassed now at the struggle of my first dates
trying to skirt chase, like what the hell is first base 
got there eventually like well it aint the worst place

My first kiss getting married soon
we're getting old, and now we bruise
easier than yesterday, let's just say 
that's how we move - 
in tandem with the cycles 
of life, I was falling off my bike 
next second, now they call me to the mic 
like say what you like 
Right - then I take it into those days, 
bad haircuts, break ups and close shaves 
lose your V cards, boast like we killed it
try your first rubber on, barely even filled it
Mum giving me lectures on how to be a man 
Probably would've been better if its coming from my dad, 
but he ran, marathons and kept going 
while his son kept flowing, flowed all the way here
2015, raise beers, say cheers, toast to the great years 

Jumpers for goalposts
bikeshed kisses, you know what this is
swing never misses, 
fresh up out the kitchen, 
back when you would have to pitch in
with the dishes, 
or your mum's getting straight up vicious 
Jumpers for goalposts
bikeshed kisses, you know what this is
ignorant of blisses, 
Back to the school days, 
raised on the wishes, 
of everybody, but you 
Pray, you never listened