Hopped up off the sofa
Tripped on next mans swag
Maybe if I’d tied my shoelaces
I wouldn’t be here today
I’ve got loads to say
To a whole lotta people
But what’s the point
And what’s up
Yeahhhhhh
Maybe in another life
I will be your girl
I’ll always be your girl
We both know it
Sometimes the attitude pisses me off though
We ain’t all as fortunate as you
It happened to Sai and Amira
The same thing that happened to me
Sometimes one of those little buggers just gets through
And you’re left calling yourself Christian
Except I'm not a gay man
And I'm Muslim, not Christian
Don’t know what to feel anymore
So I’ll carry on stroking my friends shalwar
Wedding clashes and chocolate brownies
Oh what to do?
OMG I think my mate just won the lottery
Interrupted my typing
LOL
Just checked, he didn’t win shit
Funny, funny guy
Back to today
Good V Evil
He misses his Dad too
Raavan and Jeevan
We got a DJ called that
And there’s all these media plans being made without consultation
I’m bare confused bruv
At least my writing’s being appreciated
I used to be a mango
Perched high upon that banana tree
One day you’ll see me
Chewing on the grass.
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