Clock Back

Tell the truth I just wanna wind the clock back

It use to be a tight knit hood now its not lad

To tell the truth I just wanna wind the clock back

Yellin' at the hands on the wall c'mon stop that

Use to be a tight knit hood now it's not lad

When I'm lookin' back I see a lot of us just got trapped

Either in the system or the drugs think they love you

Calling this a pipe dream just want this shit to come true

I've been writing lyrics and singin' em' since a young boo

Yeah I'm that one dude you bet is gunna come through

I was pushing my pushy past my old house

Lookin' at the weeds growing out the gutter shit its lookin old now

Memory lane aint a road I really wanna go down

Aint close to my brothers no more I guess because there grown now

One minute we would fight, next minute we good right

Put the pegs on the back and double up on that push bike

Playing life for life or level for level on Ps1

Multiplayer games screen-cheating had us screaming ahh

I'm mourning for all of the time we had and we didn't

Aint nothing like morning Saturday Disney

The way we use to play rough are you actually kidding

Some of the stunts we use to pull of could be cracking a Ribby (look)

I don't know if this era under us could understand

What its like to chase your brother round' the house with rubber bands

Or colour in just to colour in than colour in again

Playing with the wire on your Telly get the colour best

Remember boogie boarding in the gutter when it rains hard

Storming in the day for some reason we always played up

Boredom sparked the thought of adventure I couldn't wait bruh

To get up in the morning and get it so I would stay up

Fuckin' hell Jay I'm running outa paper

Always hit the end of my verse and I wonder did I say enough

My heart is in so many bits of paper should have paper cuts

Ironic how I prayed for love and all they did was break my heart

To tell the truth I just wanna wind the clock back

Yellin' at the hands on the wall c'mon stop that

Use to be a tight knit hood now it's not lad

When I'm lookin' back I see a lot of us just got trapped

Either in the system or the drugs think they love you

Calling this a pipe dream just want this shit to come true

I've been writing lyrics and singin' em' since a young boo

Yeah I'm that one dude you bet is gunna come through

I'm Driving down Raby Road thinking back

How much it's changed and how I wish that I could just go back

And do it all again over and over like it never ended

If I said that I ain't scared of death I'm just pretending

I swear to God it's going to quick think I'm best pray

All the memories out with the lads feels like yesterday

Tagging up the tunnels chilling out with them car seats

Burnt CDs playing sharing headphones as we spark weed

I'm writing here reminiscing of those simple days

Write to matey on the MSN to come get high again

All chuck in $5 for petty meet them girlys from a different town

And drink until the sun comes right back up from it being down

And every weekend in the garage popping pingas too

Basehunter classics in the background as we sippin' goon

But them days are just a memory them days are gone

Hardly talk to anyone from back then hope that later on

I seek the peace of me and be the me I wanna be

It's hard when feeling like the devils in me fucking constantly

I wish that time would stop and freeze and take that moment in

I find I'm stopping me by worrying bout what tomorrow brings

Sick of a lot shit But still I got a lot to give

Ignore the critics dissing cos I'm all about that sorrow shit

It's pretty easy u don't like it then don't follow it

I won't apologize for shit. Sad or not I'm dropping hits

To tell the truth I just wanna wind the clock back

Yellin' at the hands on the wall c'mon stop that

Use to be a tight knit hood now it's not lad

When I'm lookin' back I see a lot of us just got trapped

Sickening our livers like we all indestructible

Muck runs we're hitting thinking all of us untouchable

I've been writing lyrics since back then just as a young fool

But what come true is always that I come through

Tell the truth I just wanna wind the clock back

(clock back, clock back)

Use to be a tight knit hood now it's not lad

(not lad, not lad)