y2k (intro)

You're listening to co(m)ping

Glistening tracks that reflect

My acts, all I have and all my lacks

I talk a lot, but I stick to facts

Who I am and who I'm not

Morning Tetley out the pot

Our dog, she barks a lot

So much more, must've forgot

It's all I've had, it's all I've got

No complaints, life's great

Now my ex is my best mate

Avoided hate

Cut it short before it was too late

I gotta say, I'm proud it turned out this way

The other day we met up

She said I lost too much weight

She said she's sorry she messed up

She said she's feeling stressed and

Gets this feeling in her chest and

I said I only want the best for her

But I don't want to seem obsessed

So I guess it's calm but there's that

And I found her lip balm in my flat

Right next to where I'm sat

I'll hold onto it and give it back

Oi, sick of feeling like a toy

Meant to be a man, not a boy

Ahoy, the ferry's leaving

Stay on board or I'll have trouble breathing

Like I did on colder days

But I still cope in older ways

Like I did in the old days

I'd stay away from conversations

Relied on videos, television

64s, PlayStations

Grew up in five towns

Same shit every location

I was born year 2K

Torn released three years before

That's my mum's favourite song

But my dad's more The Cure

My favorite colour's always black

I've never had a favourite track

I've never been one to answer back

'Cause I always lacked the confidence

I've always liked to lay low

But I've always had shit to say though

I've tried to sit and pray

But I've found it's not my way though

Mate, tried to ruin my day

Want me to make music for twerking

Made this to replace Turnt

But I knew I had to keep Sumfin

Thom, turn the bass up

These club tracks aren't bumping

Feel like runnin' away

Box of chocolates, Forrest Gumpin'

I'm not doing any beat hunting

All these songs I've done on my own

That's why they sound a bit grumpier

Guess what? 'Cause my mind has grown

So sit back in your throne

If you can, use some headphones

Smoke homegrown, don't black out

Do it with friends or do it alone

Don't pretend like this isn't pop

'Cause this ain't a hip-hop album

This is the shit that I wanted to drop

The shit I wanted a lot