Lyrics

We're all Jack The Lads with bad habits Backing Jack, stacking fag packets in our jackets Drinks come in pints and the drugs come in packets Spilling cheap liquor on our Reebok classics Giving boys that we don't like lip In a four-seater car, but we've squeezed in six Eric's in the back seat rolling a spliff If we get pulled over then we're all getting nicked, but The blue lights just drove straight past us Turn up the tunes and move the car faster Praying inside, but we're all gonna laugh 'cause None of us will ever learn Everybody is a back seat preacher "P's and Q's" plays through a blown-out speaker Sipping on a bottle of the cheapest tequila Can you take the next turn? We're all Jack The Lads, we're all reckless Couldn't care less if the olders respect us Didn't have a motive 'til these girls just text us Now we're backing shots and sparking cigarettes up Giving boys that we don't like grief Six people in a car that has got four seats Whoever's got the aux better pass it to me In a car full of smoke and we've just seen the police, but The blue lights just drove straight past us Turn up the tunes and move the car faster Praying inside, but we're all gonna laugh 'cause None of us will ever learn Everybody is a back seat preacher "P's and Q's" plays through a blown-out speaker Sipping on a bottle of the cheapest tequila Oh shit, the police have returned Oh well, oh well Just another story to tell Just another story to tell when the morning comes Oh well, oh well Just another story to tell Just another story to tell in the morning Now my mate that's driving starts moving shifty I said, "Slow the fuck down, bruv, you're doing 90 in a 50 So what if they wanna pull us over? You haven't had a smoke and you're stone cold sober" He said, "Mate, shut the fuck up! Are you dumb, boss? Look inside my glovebox This is where the fun stops" I look inside, I can't believe it, really, I'm shocked Tell me why the fuck you got this, fella, I'm lost He said, "Will you just stop talking for a second?!" I'm staring at a lot of narcotics and a weapon "Left or right, boys? Please tell me what you reckon The jakes are getting closer and I don't know where I'm heading" I said, "Bruv, please talk" "I dunno where to start, fam How d'you think I went and bought a car, and How d'you think I went and bought a yard? Look I wanted to be top boy, wanted to be hard, man" I said, "None of us have ever been about that So why'd you think doing this would get you extra clout?" He said, "Shut the fuck up in the back, you're too loud And I don't need a lecture from you, not right now" Now my boy's driving manic, swinging left and right Doing 85, but the police are out of sight He pulls over, our hearts are heavy and now He turns round and says, "What were you worried about?" Oh well, oh well Just another story to tell Just another story to tell when the morning comes Oh well, oh well Just another story to tell Just another story to tell in the morning
Writer(s): Rhys Kirkby Cox, Harvey Kirkby Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out