Next time you see a dickhead on the street, just question yourself if that's true

See what we perceive test a lie inside the pre-perspectives judgement, maybe they think that that's you

Yeah I've never met anybody that can like everybody but I've certainly seen the world's blue

Still we separate just a bit of hate founded in the synapse just telling ourselves that we knew

Mummies little baby driving fly cars, huh

I can't say it's a cool whip as he drives past

Nothing separates us but a fiberglass window

I labeled him a rich, can't think another thing though

What do i know? basically i know nothing

His dad walked out cause the smackhead got him buzzing

So his mother thought 'fuck him' gotta make it or break

Started business from her bedroom on the council estate

Made profit online, it's enough to move out

Now they're chillin' in the stix, in a lovely new house

Fine, boys grown up started working at the supermarket

Saving every penny for the car her wanted, knew his target

So he bought it now he's rolling down the street

Feeling like the man, that his father thought he'd be

Oh what a scruffy little scummy kid he sees

When he glances out the window at me, its all circuitry

Next time you see a dickhead on the street, just question yourself if that's true

See what we perceive test a lie inside the pre-perspectives judgement, maybe they think that that's you

Yeah I've never met anybody that can like everybody but I've certainly seen the world's blue

Still we separate just a bit of hate founded in the synapse just telling ourselves that we knew

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