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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pat
Pat
Performer
Patryk Wójcik
Patryk Wójcik
Performer
Gregory Moss-Coomes
Gregory Moss-Coomes
Performer
Chris J Priest
Chris J Priest
Performer
Jack Lightfoot
Jack Lightfoot
Performer
Danny Marland
Danny Marland
Performer
John Brooks
John Brooks
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Patryk Wójcik
Patryk Wójcik
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
LYMEJUCE
LYMEJUCE
Producer
Gregory Moss-Coomes
Gregory Moss-Coomes
Producer
Chris J Priest
Chris J Priest
Producer
Jack Lightfoot
Jack Lightfoot
Producer
Danny Marland
Danny Marland
Producer

Lyrics

We used to rock them bruised knees Grazed elbow School slacks, shoes on velcros Football every Sunday, new boots I need to get those But when the channels on the TV played the best shows You know that CBBC Rappin' in the classroom, teachers hated it, see They told me, "Pat, you're only rapping cause you can't sing" But let me warm them vocal chords and get the staffroom dancin' And everythin' was blessed then Late nights, played COD with my best friend Black Ops One, used to bang that daily And we weren't worried 'bout a cheque or if they'll pay me It's so mad that, used to rock up Vans, Chinos and a snap back But I really weren't a skater Just a foreign fat kid scribblin' some bars on some paper I still remember playground days Tryna stay away from teachers Tellin' lies about our weekend Still lookin' back on the shit we used to say Things we used to play I still remember playground days I don't know how it feels, but it feels like I how it feels When it's fake but it feels like it's real And that don't make sense like a car with no wheels and Things were so simple Smiles so white that my cheeks would see dimples And everythin' seemed light till nineteen with some jeans Fuckin' hell, what a sight and ah That's when I first picked up the pen And I was tellin' all my mates I'm tryna be just like them I started writin' and writin' and tryna pretend That I was standin' on stage when I was bed Performin' all of the bars that were stuck in my head Then I was listenin' to tunes, I didn't know what they ment Back when, the skippin' rope in my mind My mum would barge up in my room and try and ruin my vibe like "Mum, this is my show and it's live You can't just barge in with no tickets whenever you like" I was a clown since day one, kiss chase on the playground Never was a quiet kid, and so I'm gonna stay loud Never followed no crowd, singin' all these storm clouds It's kinda weird to see how everything has changed now I still remember playground days Tryna stay away from teachers Tellin' lies about our weekend Still lookin' back on the shit we used to say Things we used to play I still remember playground days Tryna stay away from teachers Tellin' lies about our weekend Still lookin' back on the shit we used to say Things we used to play I still remember playground days
Writer(s): Patryk Wójcik Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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