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Bck Den
In the early 2000s, tings were pretty sweet.
Kids weren't cooped at home, stuck on their phone, they'd be playing in the street!
We were made of tougher stuff back then, back when I was a teen...
Play the PS2 and bun a zoot.. Yow I lived the dream!
With my Peter Andre undercut, I was quite the stud!
I would hit the town, linger around and act like quite a thug.
I always turnt up, I was the life of the party! They called me "Chink Floyd" because my mince pies were slanty.
I had a bike chain clipped to my jeans and always had my bb-gun tucked, with my trousers half way down my ass because I didn't give af!
We would fight in the playground about Limp Bizkit and Eminem...
And argue about who was better and include all of our friends!
The chav was newly invented, cider gliders dwelled the roads, with their Burberry hat and scarf on deck and freshly punched in the nose!
The girls didn't draw their eyebrows on their boat back then...
They would come over, ask for my number and say it was for their friend!
Grinning at me with slight acne and braces in their teeth, sovereign rings on fingers blinging and slipslap sliders on their feet.
A lot of the boys had Slim Shady cutts, rocking a blonde caesar...
Including my bully on the block back then like 'Leave it to Beaver'.
Cotching in the flat, kicking back and play some Tony Hawk's... Before hitting Bricky skatepark on my ones and take my board.
I would glide around and skate for days, usually off my bonce! I never wore any of my crash gear, nope! Not even once.
Kids weren't cooped at home, stuck on their phone, they'd be playing in the street!
We were made of tougher stuff back then, back when I was a teen...
Play the PS2 and bun a zoot.. Yow I lived the dream!
With my Peter Andre undercut, I was quite the stud!
I would hit the town, linger around and act like quite a thug.
I always turnt up, I was the life of the party! They called me "Chink Floyd" because my mince pies were slanty.
I had a bike chain clipped to my jeans and always had my bb-gun tucked, with my trousers half way down my ass because I didn't give af!
We would fight in the playground about Limp Bizkit and Eminem...
And argue about who was better and include all of our friends!
The chav was newly invented, cider gliders dwelled the roads, with their Burberry hat and scarf on deck and freshly punched in the nose!
The girls didn't draw their eyebrows on their boat back then...
They would come over, ask for my number and say it was for their friend!
Grinning at me with slight acne and braces in their teeth, sovereign rings on fingers blinging and slipslap sliders on their feet.
A lot of the boys had Slim Shady cutts, rocking a blonde caesar...
Including my bully on the block back then like 'Leave it to Beaver'.
Cotching in the flat, kicking back and play some Tony Hawk's... Before hitting Bricky skatepark on my ones and take my board.
I would glide around and skate for days, usually off my bonce! I never wore any of my crash gear, nope! Not even once.
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