Didn't Sell My Soul to Shoreditch

Didn't sell my soul to shoreditch, i just stayed up north Proabably could afford it, but it seemed such a chore Twice the rent for half the life thats not it for me But i was living scarecely not a abundantly Still that was fun for me, wasn't used to much On the come up, found someone to cuff Found someone to love, found someone to rub And now i'm chilling, I never felt this good Young kid playing star wars, commodore 64 I'm from a small village, wasn't much to explore Hardly left the door, dodging all my chores Casio MT-70 on my bedroom floor Upgrade to a Yamaha, dreams of a star But living like Marcel Proust oh my gawd Gonna let loose on this CD & give it to everyone i see She comes from the alps, weekend on her skii's Spent fruitfully but left strain on her knees As far as i can see, 12 reading dostoyevsky She grew up so much deeper than me Had similar experiences with ecstasy Now i just want her to be next to me And she deals with my shit, hastily Argue every day, healthy, sulkingly