Inbetween Manchester and Birmingham (StokeyokeyOdealicious)

Why, Why, Why Delilah?!      
       
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Rocking holy Vans, bike's gone GTB      
Still strolling streets, standard scenes      
Pyro's igniting series of small fires      
that'll burns through the city        
till all the trees have expired.      
So what you saying tonight man?      
Lets get fucked up      
Underground      
No Alcohol,    
Just Candy and council pop.      
       
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But that's only scratching the surface      
of our basement venues      
Buried deep in the slums of Averagelands, UK      
Via Middlands, Stoke-On-Trent      
Where young men and women go to experience        
What is known as the Nightlife      
Me? I'm known to enjoy good vibes      
Albeit one time I was on      
Such a rush      
I never even made it to the door      
Woke in a haze, teeth raw.      
But right now      
DJ's sweatin' out      
All the problems      
And troubles of the day      
While this fine,        
Busty bohemian bird      
Floats over      
Whispering sweet nothings in your right ear      
Competing with the 8 Scoops in your left      
But it all blends perfectly      
Chemical Audio reaction      
Swallow your stomach at the peak        
Leap and drop down the mountain      
And the place goes wild      
Celebrating the connection      
Felt, In the moment.        
When in actuality      
It's just gone 3AM      
Sofa's full of sweaty sledger's      
Dealers scaling walls      
As pigs with horns bash the china shop      
Time for the      
Cherry of the night      
Retire, and get higher..      
       
It's just my interpretation, of the situation.  
   
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Yes, When I first met my, Stokeyokeyodealicious angel  
She was shitfaced at the club, dancing on a table  
The way she moved reminded me of Bambi on Ice  
Stumbling about on 6 inch stilts  
Still she's a bit of alright  
So I approach, but I'm almost paralyzed  
By her perfume  
It's either chemically unsafe,    
or she's applied too much  
I assume  
But as we embrace she gets me high  
Like the Doob train has just arrived  
Destined for a sloppy night  
And regretful morn  
9 months down the track, a child is born.  
It's funny how shit comes together sometimes,  
One moment your chilling, no fears,  
And then over the next 4 years  
You and someone's daughter  
Are raising your own young 'un.  
It can be a beautiful thing,  
That's if your sane and realise  
Your life will never be the same  
Baby can't survive on the bud money,  
No more getting high on your own supply  
And potential employers regret to inform  
You fail the application process  
You have negative "Experience" and    
A positive drugs test.  
 
So now your back in the trap, just that  
 
Trapped  
 
Go ahead and marinate on that..