Come Down

Dealers blowing up my phone

On another come down

Please leave me alone

If it’s not weekend I don’t wanna know

Monday morning comes round

On another come

We only smoke tailors on Saturday nights

When we go to Smokey clubs and dance under the lights

Boy and girls get dolled up right to the nines

Then we leave the club absolutely hating our lives

Fuck our bank accounts, rolled up notes in our pockets

We spend all our wages on expensive clothes and Rolex watches

Bouncers search our pockets, but found stuff in our wallets

Just another weekend mate absolutely on it

Dealers blowing up my phone

On another come down

Please leave me alone

If it’s not weekend I don’t wanna know

Monday morning comes round

On another come

He drives a new Mercedes

I drive an 06 polo

He might have all the money

She’s coming home with me though

If I was sober you’d probably be a no go

Alright then love please keep it on the low low

7 pound for a pint of lager

You must be having a laugh

But you’ll still find me at the fucking bar

I’m 10 pints down

And it’s my round

I might as well get some shots in as well

Fuck it

Dealers blowing up my phone

On another come down

Please leave me alone

If it’s not weekend I don’t wanna know

Monday morning comes round

On another come

I’ve got blurry vision

I think the drugs have kicked in

You’ll find me at 4am I’m some strangers kitchen

Chatting bollocks

Absolutely on it

I’ve lost my mates, my keys, my phone and my fucking wallet

17 missed calls on my phone from my missus

She’s gonna be absolutely livid

I’ll be in the dog house all week

She won’t talk to me

But Friday night comes around

I’m out again with the boys

Dealers blowing up my phone

On another come down

Please leave me alone

If it’s not weekend I don’t wanna know

Monday morning comes round

On another come