Changing Changing Changing,,
Touch of classic of it a fist of clutching of it
A lot neat bouncing on the hunt for it
House to house
House to house
House to house
Eight years on the run eight years with the ghun
Out
Out
Out
Of our head
One more street down the down
Puffed out over the sound
Buy a puffa jacket
Look like us instead
Wear a cap,join the lads we 're goin to cause a remmie up the park
Hoodie come late are we one
Are of we all
Are
A young team by free
out a learning curve
A treads and and a puffa jacket look like us in a Pringle
Golf at the weekend
Looking so single
So what we said I'd rather look like him,
Superstar
Superstar
Superstar
So we about turn up the road for a shower
I knew the power
Marco would poerrin the hour the sound and cry was never cower exception
Except when we had had a drink
Big Marco would cover our power
Back back back and fourth
In a lock up curlt and snore
Us 'n' you
Us 'n' you
Us 'n' you
Into the ground
We always laugh becoz
We're are no a thug mum we love mum,we love our song we are cousin's,
brothers in arms ,
Smiling back at you in our alarma calms ,
a cute lot of lads
A clean lads
A view to a thrill
During dark as the funk getz funki
Into town dance getz brown a million sound following
no trouble juzz getting down to the deep love sound of us avoiding the ground young team,
, can't touch this group for the first time with something like you say little people of toon are going to dance to this funki sound of us into years of our life cruising natound like brothers of alarma in a true colours of our undaground.
We are all smiling back at you to .
Dance ,move your body feel the funk begin to chance.
KdawgLitTone380
