Fifteen years old, listen to tribe called quest,
rhyming at the parties make the vibe more fresh
take a microphone and hide your stress
they told me have a dream and it will guide your steps
I got two left feet, dance with me while i'm tripping
I never see my girlfriend on the weekend, and I miss her
vodka in the mixer, treating bars like an elixir
to any kind of pain i've ever felt up in my system,
aint no words of wisdom, I can give ya
only pictures like your insta, this is me without a filter
Hope you like it, I am so divided, this after party
coincided with the comedowns and everybody's numb now
trying to find love by sundown
in run down houses, the cycle never making sense
I'm trying to pay my rent and make amends with vacant friends
we use to drive a saxo, but dream of a mercedes benz,
now time drives apart, and that's the way it ends
I'm reckless in the way I spend, Friday 8pm I hit the ATM
see you on the Monday - free you from the mundane
I can't - we're all caught up in the same march
I wrote this on the twenty seventh,
couple days after Fife entered heaven,
ciphering with legends -
I'm deciphering the message that he left us
following the path like Hansel after bread crust
aint no fairy tale here only dead trust
mandy and a headrush - I need to rest up
I'm kinda stressed out, waiting to be next up
Stay strategising like regulars at chess club
Fifteen years old, listen to tribe called quest,
rhyming at the parties make the vibe more fresh
take a microphone and hide your stress
they told me have a dream and it will guide your steps
(x2)
Our generation smoke weed watching 4od
I rather hit the record store, digging for old beats
I was born to be a story teller,
getting better with time, like the wine you store in cellars
I rhyme so purely zealous since the days of Rory's terrace
by the sea, him, Jacob and me
been about four years since we were all three
and every thing has changed now since we were all teens
we're little less friendly cos the world's more mean
we got girls that before were a dream, became the normal routine
Do you miss it though, what I do miss is sitting in the kitchen
with you both, listen close
Fifteen years old, listen to tribe called quest,
rhyming at the parties make the vibe more fresh
take a microphone and hide your stress
they told me have a dream and it will guide your steps
credits
from Burnt Toast EP,
track released March 27, 2016
Produced by Amerigo Gazaway
Samples 'Lyrics to Go' by ATCQ
Written by Christian Foley
Soulful and funky, the Nottingham rapper's latest features guest appearances from CRIMEAPPLE, Vandal Savage and Yumah. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 2, 2024