Don't feel like working in the morning, I'm hanging, I might just call a sicky
Stay in bed all f*cking day, that way you'll never miss me
Waking up at 3, I'm jumping on the 63
Why the f*ck would I be working when this bed's the place to be
Got your fingers in my hands and your hair's up in my face
Nothing on my mind, not the hearts I'd ever break
Not the hearts I'd ever break or this love I'd ever fake
Tried to find replacements for you but they never stay
Now I wake up, got my funds up, sun flickers through my blinds
Get f*cked up, get tucked up with this girl I barely like
Act loved up, not loved up, just tryna pass some time
I'm grown up, it's over but that shit's still on my mind
And now that we're older, the streets have got colder
And that we're over, the streets have got cold
I'm glad I got through all those rainy days
I heard a lady say that water is the greatest way to grow
Napkin blowing off my lap, I'm on that paper chase
Steady looking for the change, pay my wage and take my notes
But they won't ever touch my soul
Remember hopping off on planes back when days were touch and go
Now my days are getting stoned, meal deals and bussing home
And maybe if I'm lucky, f*ck a girl I'll never know
Maybe I'm selfish but I know I'm from a different kind of kettle
Bagged a girl and then she went and found a similar kind of fella
Must be doing something right but still I'm living on the left
So I stay up in the night and roll a spliff to nick the edge
Look, I just wanna stay in bed
Why would I wanna go to work when I could stay up in your head
When you act like we're together but relationship is dead
Upper casing all your letters like I really feel your texts
And now that we're older, the streets have got colder
And that we're over, the streets have got cold