We May Grow Old But We Never Grow Up

Airiest, yeah This day, that day, every day, a rat race Been around since fat lace Tell me how that tastes, partner, no, I'm not a chancer Now I found the right answers, like catchphrase It tastes like prime time Ask me again, it tastes like fine wine Back here again, the same rules apply The same rules apply Ten years ago, like remember, remember Example, remember, remember, the 5th of November Have you got a penny for the guy? Who's the guy? I'm the guy Barge in, ain't got a sim, son Sat at home lookin' at the margins Homer and Marge in the sketch, I'm the family guy Mad at me, why? And you're mad at me, why? Time might fly, but the hits don't lie Got me Shakira, the hips don't lie Got me a fam and the kids still cry Got me a house and the paint's still dry Didn't have to forfeit, fuck gettin' a mortgage And that don't mean I don't care about your kids I care more than you know More than you know, I'm 'bout, 'bout to blow Blow for the third time, you know my name by now If you heard grime, you know my voice by now If you heard part tech, house dubstep, rut race Scream, when the motherfuckin' beat drop Hip hop, or trip hop Fuck knows, there's a sick drop And when I stop, it's a mic drop And your eyes go red with envy, Cyclops I don't mean that in a mean way When I'm up in your brain like a Jean Grey Big tune still gettin' replayed by the DJ While my peer group fade away Get a good woman you can bleed to 'Cause when you settle down, she will bleed too Then you'll meet your kids, and they breathe too I do it by myself, I don't need a crew I did a chorus for Holla when I didn't need to I'm unorthodox like hits with 3-2 UK rap was a lesser scene, flopped like Ketamine Tried it with Stephen way back Professor Greens Amphetamine, get 'em in You bet I'm keen Not a lover, Billie Jean But I'm smashin' every stage into smithereens I know I ain't from the streets But I'm a pain with the beats Ask Mike Skinner, when he signed me in 2005 Back when I came from the streets Didn't have to shake, got my dad to thank White middle class, but my grime's still dank You can battle me, but your hands still wank 'Cause I get more views with the Nando's skank Auditorium, ordered all of 'em Everybody's spittin' now, where's the story tellin' Here's the saw again, maybe this is the way Fuckin' Mandalorian And I could handle all of 'em I've been a fan of all of 'em And now I'm standin' tall again And if I fall, I fall again Who's the man? He's the man Deeper than, a pizza pan A thousand times, like a kilogram Still fresh face like he's Peter Pan Ten years from now, and I'll still show up Try to pull the plug and I still blow up Yeah, I told ya, won't shut up I may grow old, but I'll never grow up Grow old, but we never grow up We may grow old, but we never grow up We may grow old, but we never grow up We may grow old, but we never grow, never grow We may grow old, but we never grow up We may grow old, but we never grow up We may grow old, but we never grow up We may grow old, but we never grow, never grow Never grow Never grow, never grow Never grow Never grow, never grow