Well same old Bobby, same old beat
Well yeah they got nothing on me
The same old clutch, same old streets
But yeah they got nothing on me
And easy come and easy go
Well yeah I'm sure I told you so
Man I'm sure I told you so
And with your dead-end job
That's been eating away your life
And now you spend your evenings
Searching for another life
you've got them in your sights
Ow no I should've kept my receipts
'Cause the sandwich I bought
Yeah it's been off for a week
And Tesco's stealing my money
When positivity seems hard to reach
I keep my head down and my mouth shut
'Cause if you going through hell