Strata

Yeah

JJ

I see the painting

I see a young me I see the moonlight on the pavement

I see a vagrant there's no news in the newsagent

I see paigons i see setup chicks I see wastemen

Its raining I see a young me in the station

Frustration in my mothers eyes and I hate it

Young boy with no patience I see lighties I see asians

Stages and the phases

The outfits and the trainers

Heygate was where that crane is

Inhaling

Co2 of these flavours I see a lost boy so aimless

Tryna figure out what the game is

I see the painting

Through the window where the pane is

The brushstroke on the canvas that framed him

I see the painting