Rorkid - Ageing with the Pages Lyrics

I'm like a dope skater with a snapped board
This world ain't ready for me I'm a tad bored
Alley-oop slam dunk a lap dog break the backboard
Do my own bidding and I base it on past form
Horses like folk, project figures from the stats, or
Follow your heart to exactly the same end
Ageing with the pages, every rhyme I write
I'm like a butcher, no apron, bloodstains on my Nikes
Bitterness on a lead it's my animal companion
Vanity abandoned and left by the lake
With no food and no shelter let it learn the hard way
Told my ma that I love her through the telephone line
Said she gave birth to a wise man from a past time
No soul to share, f*ck that, that's mine
My pastime's getting tactile with thoughts trying to touch them
Reclused by reluctance, just sloths in my circle
They think the world owes them, that's when I though f*ck 'em
I find solace in melodies made by machines
Recycle vinyl, quote old poetry
So dope I don't flow no more I'm just rowing
Just dropping shit everywhere that i'm going
A sweepers nightmare, a young Michael Owen
You got it, then show it or shut up and jog on
No double entendre f*ck rap I'm a poet
The Moet gets popped ten stops from my casa
False heroics, capital clones revoke stoics
Exchange genericism for their sanity
Because they couldn't buy soul or personality
Catch me jamming with a leather sphere I just love to kick it
Simple life-a-living, spuds, beans and chicken
State of the art phone I'm just making calls though
Size nine Nikes and XL tees plague my wardrobe
The beast got me too but he got me in a good way
Huh, Yeh, I had a good day
Shooting pool shooting shit down Shepherds Bush way
One, two, three yeh my mind state weighs
Four, five, six to the sideways eight
I side step hooks and I side step jabs
Make them so indecisive they side step back
My sidekicks my dignity I roll alone man
My family get that I got a grown fam
Check my pops at the races, place a few bets
Descendant of fenians with a good rep
Do the jig with my chicks from West London
Do the jig with my chicks from up north
Yeh I love the break beat that boom boom tchak
But I'm straight jigging to it of course
Real talk I got a girl though she like to sing and paint
We like to take it easy the cinnamon taste
Of life's imminent now I got my energy back
Straight pulled it out the universe and settled it down
One, two, three yeh my mind state weighs
Four, five, six to the sideways eight
I side step hooks and I side step jabs
Make them so indecisive they side step back
One, two, three yeh my mind state weighs
Four, five, six to the sideways eight
I side step hooks and I side step jabs
Make them so indecisive they side step back