Chronic Sunshine

Because I've had enough of all this controversy

I've been affected and I can't lie

That shit, quite frankly, bothers me

She said, she said, you're the man

I'm on together and I'm having doubts

We won't hurt you or all your plans

Paraphernalia and contraband

I wasn't 'llowed to, I was proud to come

To terms with germs and fuckries in my life

All I'm saying is that's not me

It could be you for all eternity

Chronic sunshines forever

You know that it don't really though

I getting spat out of Peckham

While you're cycling home

It's an ongoing circle

No sights to behold (Sights to behold)

Vicious repetitions

While still cycling home

She said, she said, you're a star, Cosmo

And you're a star and we're all star stuff

That rebounds but first the outcome's weak

Before you know you'll forgot what to speak

I just forgot what I was thinking

All these blues have got me sinking

I dropped it on the floor because of your missed call

The one you sent to me

I wasn't 'llowed to, I was proud to come

To terms with germs and fuckries in my life

All I'm saying is that's not me

It could be you for all eternity

Chronic sunshines forever

You know that it don't really though

I'm getting spat out of Peckham

While you're cycling home

It's an ongoing circle

No sights to behold (Sights to behold)

Vicious repetitions

But I'm still cycling home

In the stables, tryna touch the iron horses

The train yard's quiet when you're using higher forces

Like gravity, I'm running faster than everyone

If I get caught, big money, I'm gon' be spending some

Eight cans of bitter the plot thickens

Put my rucksack in the front to get the paint quicker

It's all about efficiency

Picture me, skinny jeans, running 'round, where's your Dickies been man

Higher powers will catch you straight away

Bun a big fat zute man I'm fucking gaining weight

Drug I hate, mugs are getting bait

Let me set it straight, a real writer

Let's just say, he gets his pay

This ain't a rap for a girl or whatever

It's a rap wrapped up for my guilty pleasure

To fuck the leisure

Before he left the marks on my sweater

But I least leave him with this chronic sunshines forever

While you're cycling home

It's an ongoing circle

No sights to behold (Sights to behold)

Vicious repetition

Well, I'm still cycling home, I'm still cycling home