another saturday rolling round
got something with you, you can roll it now
I slowly wrote this down in my mate's lounge
6pm sun shining straight down
our playground is city-wide,
we'll catch the Viccy line to Brixton
the beat weighs a brick's ton all up in your system
our wisdom getting swapped over Kronenbourg's
it's all footie and the girls like we know the world

and it's ours, early twenties and we face no scars
I didn't really have Mufasa, when I'm looking at the stars,
but got the pride of ten simba's still running through my heart

play the part, I mean whichever one is cast for me
I used wanna get signed, but you only signed my cast for me
If I broke my bones, I was nine years old,
when I wrote some poems, it wrote the path for me

the beats play, and the world turns
and the joint burns, and we all talk
then it replays, and we re-blaze
sharing out some small thoughts

We used to hit the beach and spend our money on some board shorts
when it was always sunny in our home
sweet as honey in the comb, getting buzzed of a few beers
seems like lightyears ago, but it was only just a few years
here we are reminiscing in a messy living room
dying to be free as were as those in kids in june

another sunday is rolling round
got something with you, you can roll it now
I slowly wrote this down in my own lounge
8am sun shining straight down
my playground aint rolling hills
we'll catch the overground to London fields
sitting in the shade, like 300 when under shields
welcome to the kingdom, Britain in a word
the worst lie we tell ourselves is we know the world

(we don't know the world)