Tuesday, March 29, 2005Athlete was playing. Not much of a british urban music fan but the lyrics are my national anthem right now combined with the bri'ish accent to top it off, im lovin it. Yeah mate awight keep it real the chav way.
You got wires, coming out of your skin
There's dry blood, on your wrist
Your dry blood, on my fingertip
Through automatic doors
Got to get to you, got to see this through
I see hope is here, in a plastic box
I've seen christmas lights, reflect in your eyes
Deep stuff or what.