So the whole time we were living there, I was hating it. We moved a coupld miles, I thought I was escaping it. But now surrounded by the suburbs, I can't stand this shit. I'm so desperately craving my home.
Fucking passed London zones, And I don't like the quiet. Look so odd to all the locals here, But to me it's just my style, And so ordinary, nothing more to see, Faceless when in my ends Here I stand out, a beacon, so loud, There's nowhere I could hide.