Bad Decisions (feat. NAHLI)

A wise man once said "To wake up you gotta go to sleep" There's no more rules to break You made all of your mistakes, yeah You had a choice to make And you made another bad decision There's no more rules to break You made all of your mistakes, yeah No need to calculate The sum of all your bad decisions Voices in my head, choices in my bed I should be rollin' out, but I'm rollin' up instead Plans out the window, somebody's at the door (Oi Green!) Patterns on the ceilin', bodies on the floor Socks in the sock drawer, drawer in my sock I'm goin' all out, yeah we all in the what Same old story, every bloody weekend Sunday I'm on a wave, Monday I'm in the deep end (Right who wants what?) (I want one, you want one, and you want one) (One plus one plus one is three) (We might as well get a henry!) (Quick maths) And you made another bad decision There's no more rules to break You made all of your mistakes, yeah You had a choice to make And you made another bad decision There's no more rules to break You made all of your mistakes, yeah No need to calculate The sum of all your bad decisions Come on mate, it's only eight, start early finish early Start early finish late, I'm already in a state In a rave over east, the night ain't goin' west yet Next thing you know we're in a cab to the West End Feelin' super, drinkin' ma juice Doin' bumps, gettin' prang in the back of the Uber Nearly at the bar, still gotta get our tickets though Wait up, hold on a minute, my phone's ringin' bro (Alright Steve) (Ello mate, what's happenin') (Havin' a cheeky one are ya?) (Yeah, is Emmy around?) (He is mate, but I'm not around later) (You sure you don't wanna take an arm?) And you made another bad decision (aww fuck it) There's no more rules to break You made all of your mistakes, yeah You had a choice to make And you made another bad decision There's no more rules to break You made all of your mistakes, yeah No need to calculate The sum of all your bad decisions You know the crew, skip the queue, step in the club Get a table and order a couple bottles of booze Bottles of petrum, petrone, however you pronounce it Add one or two shots for who's countin' Hopped outside to me fingy for the fing On the door, ain't no trouble gettin' in Hopped out of the van was on my way back to the gang With a pen that's in ma hand, when I bumped into a fan (Oi you're Professor Green int ya?) (Uhh) (You are int ya, yo-you're him!) (Ye-yeah, what d'ya want, a picture?) (Nah I don't want a picture mate, you're nicked) And you made another bad decision (fuck!) Shoved the fed, now I'm leggin' it through Soho Tryna hold my jeans up, I shouldn't wear 'em so low Straight across Wardour, nearly hit a rickshaw If I get caught, I know all too well what I'm in for Left-hand pourin', I'm runnin' out of breath But I already know how I'm gettin' out of this mess I ain't goin' in for nuffin', even though the cop stopped me The packet's in the rickshaw I've got nuffin' on me, officer