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I get the petrol don't forget to buy a couple of sweets |
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Sometimes |
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I like to treat myself if only once a week |
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Open the door, get in the car, sit in the driver's seat |
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Peer into the rearview mirror and |
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I'm staring back at me |
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When I say me |
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I don't mean me as in my own reflection |
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Hardly slept so |
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I suspect |
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I'm staring at some weird projection |
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My brain has made to tell me alcohol abuse is wrong |
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Whereupon, |
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I turn around and realise somethings going on: |
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Trust me son, this ain't a con, you have to trust your eyeballs |
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Know those eyes are fine because they're mine so don't be stifled |
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You're slightly balder now and yes your pubes are turnin grey |
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But you've travelled back in time cause there's important shit to say |
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Don't do that (nope) |
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They'll try to dupe ya |
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Don't do this (nah) |
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They'll try to shoot ya |
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Don't do her (grim!) |
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She didn't suit ya |
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Today I met myself and |
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I told me bout my future |
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So I'm sat in the front and sat in the back, as you do havin a chat |
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Asking bout the change in rap and where the musics at |
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I'm careful not to tell myself entirely everything |
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I've come here just to warn me as to what the future brings: |
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Oi, Listen, |
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El, surely you can see that you're me |
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I'm you, look at the lips, you really can't ignore me |
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I know that in that bag there's ginger beer and curly-wurlys |
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It's kinda hurly burly but you must believe my story |
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I know you tasted glory, was all hunky dory, |
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Now you're standing on the borderline, today's the day your sure to find, |
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You don't know where to draw the line, this is the start of your decline |
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That's why |
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I came back exactly 15 years before your sordid crime |
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Don't do that (nope) |
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They'll try to dupe ya |
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Don't do this (nah) |
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They'll try to shoot ya |
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Don't do her (grim!) |
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She didn't suit ya |
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Today I met myself and |
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I told me bout my future |
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Freakin out, |
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I been sneakin bout |
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Feelin edgy bout the fact that |
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I've seeked me out |
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I'm freakin out, |
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I been sneakin bout |
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And I've sat inside my car and started speakin bout |
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What's yet to come |
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It seems most of what the future has to hold for me is decent |
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But recently my future self was caught having a threesome |
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One of the girls was underage with fake identification |
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The other one was legal but her father's occupation |
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Was head of a group of hoodlums from just south of the |
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Thames The entire episode was captured from a hidden lens |
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They found some substances inside the glove box of my car |
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So I'm front page of the sun, the mirror and the daily star |
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I'm either goin down for twenty or thugs are out to get me |
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My walls are bout to crumble which is why |
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I went and sent me |
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Back in time, prevent the crime, avoid |
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Jane and Amy |
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It seems my future self's a prick but really who can blame me |
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Don't do that (nope) |
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They'll try to dupe ya |
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Don't do this (nah) |
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They'll try to shoot ya |
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Don't do her (grim!) |
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She didn't suit ya |
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Today I met myself and |
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I told me bout my future |
