Hak Baker - Cool Kids Lyrics

Remember when I thought the world was small and that a crash mate was under all me falls..
That’s pragmatic foolery, now take off all that jewellery mate.
Boys turn to cruelty, before any thought of opportunity. Though frowning never suited me. But you better get used to it cause now I’m used to it - and just like that mate in a flick of a switch.
Who are ya, who are ya, who are ya. Who the fuck are ya. Aye
13 feelin nostalgia, still mummy’s little soldier, got an inkling things will get colder as a lad has to get older.
Dash the controller! No electricity fortnightly revolver - in the dark.
Hard times makes a lad vulgar.
Mummy’s hard at work, still can’t find dad on the search. Step dads a silent sir and I hate singing at the church - and these school shoes are the worst. Turned a ponce for a purse. But on the corner there’s some work..
Might sell a bit of puff, daddies on the miss and it sucks. Need new kicks and stuff. Who needs a bit of puff, 079 me for a buzz all the cool kids sell drugs.
Might sell a bit of puff, daddies on the miss and it sucks. Need new kicks and stuff. Who needs a bit of puff, 079 me for a buzz all the cool kids sell drugs.
Hide it anywhere I can, this the shit that mummy can’t stand. On the road the Michelin man - everyday it’s only bout gang. Couldn’t make the maths exam, handcuffs on the wrist until the jammed. Behind the door I heard it slam mum, won’t bail me out of this jam.
Big up me big sister sam always bailed me out of the slammer. Me, Zees' and Sam up all night watching a manga. Where do I start, mum and sister at it with anger. Why is this a part of our upbringing this anger?! (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Might sell a bit of puff, daddies on the miss and it sucks. Need new kicks and stuff. Who needs a bit of puff, 079 me for a buzz all the cool kids sell drugs.
Might sell me puff, that will get me run away love, cause mums at work and stuff. Gotta sell me some puff gotta buy me new bird some Ugg’s. New love started off with a hug.