Gettin in a hit it. Getting hitty wit it remember back when people liked gettin jiggy wit it. id rather hit the spinach hit the splidiff in it. Get the chicken roti and i'm floating in the mist with it.
Lost my mind is it? yeah for about a minute. On a good spell now so i'm casting out yeah get it?
Harry potter wizzit..sounds like a smoker in it.
Wrappin up a phaddy im the baddy fuck playing quiditch.
Hard bars bidditch. Like a prison visit see all the 70's presenters who got kiddy widdit.
Jimmy fixing it those mp's in a ring it ring a bell down in hell for their hell visit.
Lets bring it back a minute to when we watched a flick it scanning video cases rent with ur blockbuster ticket i loved those days a kid it was full of enjoyment i miss it.
Footie in those days was Eddie Mcgoldrick and Luther Blissett. Rocket Ronny missed it. Sinclair bicycle kick it. Amazing no blazing just life... yeah we lived it.
Acorn electron (is it?) Chuckie Egging it Magic Mushrooms and Repton 1 2 and 3 killing it.
And Don't forget it Magicland Dizzy back in those days getting down with the nitty gritty. Hahaa
Yeah then he'd spin it. Back around yo check it. What the fuck was that about? Just messing around yeah pet it.
Remembering them playground days. Under cuts and a step with curtains school plays.
I played a priest once and hooligan too
Then i grew up to be carer living in a room with a view. Like who would of knew? The paths that we would choose. Some become screws some would be feeling the wrong side of the blues. Some booze we abuse and my brain blew a fuse. And don't get me started on we now hear on the news. ..

Nah fuck that. We didn't come here to bring you down. All i'll say is its the circus and the tents full of clowns.
But lets turn to a smile from a frown
Bullshit aside now i love all those that have had an affect on my life and vice versa. POW
Yeah. We keep on going. We keep it real you see. Like saying my name The Real Mr B.
Let us come together let us heal let the planet get its breath lets not do a no deeeeeal.

Can't help feeling that we've been played and watching my team catching feelings in the replays. Its pre and post fucked for plays and plays. No props given to songs in your head for days n days. Do you know who i mean? probably not coz goldfish memories for likes in the machine. The scene is obscene they don't write anymore all they do is tell you who you can't like anymore. Like u can't pick the right door.. nightmare..take 3 paces left. 2 forward 1 right and pick up the big loaf of bread. Young adventurer your brain needs to be at its best. Coz if your slacking then they pack you in n be with the rest. You keep it finger licking chicken n breast. But what if u were told its pigeon fleas in chest. Ongh.
Nothing shocks u anymore you think you know it all but you can't handle not being sure..can't handle being told your poor. Criticism is raw. You lose your shit instead of let it absorb. You grow and become sure. You grow and grow some more. You grow and they applaud as you show them the right door. Yeah im going in and can go some more you don't want this flaw coz your enemy will seek it out and leave you dead on the floor.