Walking round the places where we used to run,
And it all seems different,
Ain’t it funny how my town’s like a prison,
With colours and the sounds so vivid,
And now I’m walking round the town,
Didn’t think I’d be back in this,
But you must take me for some kind of clown,
If you think I’m staying down
Casting off to better days,
thoughts amassed I’ll let them play,
Like a VCR, cause I gotta pause and rewind that tape,
The display’s all static, cause the memory’s fade,
And I already think there’s a shortage of space,
Or maybe it’s how much I’ve absorbed in the past 21, and the rate,
the world never moved this fast,
Now we need an upgrade
for the capacity and room in our brains,
We’ve taken in every single view of this place,
In better days,
So all we do is get caught in a loop like kicking the same rhyme,
Like kicking the same rhyme,
To days when we were only out while it was daylight,
To rolling round with good odds that someone may fight,
But it was calm cause no one pulled knives,
Most the time we catch a vibe now, it’s feeling like the same night,
Nowadays like, we only know what we’d already known,
Already grown,
We only see the days we’re already shown
Walking round the places where we used to run,
And it all seems different,
Ain’t it funny how my town’s like a prison,
With colours and the sounds so vivid,
And now I’m walking round the town,
Didn’t think I’d be back in this,
But you must take me for some kind of clown,
If you think I’m staying down
15, all I had was high tops and a low fade,
Local biker gang was us and we all had road rage,
14 was no age to die so we gon ride forever,
But my boys are chatty, so sometimes I thought we’d die together,
Link a couple girls at the park, until the time’s whatever,
We’re fly as feathers, and our minds were clever,
Got money from a paper round so I could buy whatever,
And my mind was never in the depths to realise this town inspires depression,
Dead recess, it’s a recession,
But we all had our sights on better,
So we’re climbing till the climates, rising,
I guess you don’t know these heights but you’re acclimatising,
We keep vibing while the dramas piling up,
At times we’re stuck, thinking I could give a lucky penny,
For my thoughts, drop it in a well hope for the best, I’ve given many,
To the point that all I hope for when I’m grow up’s
To afford to leave my town, and stop tripping off the old stuff
Walking round the places where we used to run,
And it all seems different,
Ain’t it funny how my town’s like a prison,
With colours and the sounds so vivid,
And now I’m walking round the town,
Didn’t think I’d be back in this,
But you must take me for some kind of clown,
If you think I’m staying down
credits
released November 29, 2019
Vocals - Louis Dixon-Prince, Joseph Marsh, Andrew Lord
Lyrics - Louis Dixon-Prince, Joseph Marsh
Production - Joesph Marsh, Andrew Lord
Artwork- Isobel Crew
Original Photograph- Joseph Marchant
