Cook & Effy

Uhm, lately, I've been dealing with trying to quit smoking
I relied on it for such a long time
Every time I stop or try to stop, I'll
Go a week or two or three or whatever
And that, that, that itching feeling in the bottom of my
Stomach just, just growing and growing and growing and growing
I just don't know how to get through these emotions

Why is it light outside already?
I need skins, cooking effy
Walking home 'cause the Uber price is nuts
But the pavement feels like jelly
I think I'm in love
I could've been someone
It's always the comedown that gets me
Now I need skins, cooking effy
I would've gone home, but I got way too drunk
And the cloakroom girl was sexy
I think I'm in love
Swear I could've been someone

Yeah, I been reflecting all week long
I need to lose my mind more often
Gave up smoking, but I have one
I guess there ain't much fun in stopping
Call up Benny, call up Tom
If they don't answer, I'm out of options
I wanna fill my body with toxin
'Til the nights wrapped like Action Bronson
Driver's license, must've lost it
Got a full beard, they don't ID me
Two shows in Manny, next week up north
Like I'm in Coronation Street
But this real life, not ITV
Two phone K and a light HD
Whole weekend got blurry
But I quite like it when I can't see shit

Why is it light outside already?
I need skins, cooking effy
Walking home 'cause the Uber price is nuts
But the pavement feels like jelly
I think I'm in love
I could've been someone
It's always the comedown that gets me
Now I need skins, cooking effy
I would've gone home, but I got way too drunk
And the cloakroom girl was sexy
I think I'm in love
Swear I could've been someone (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Give me a second, I'll be there in a minute)

If you don't know me already
That's cool, I'd rather that then
Then you know me and move beggy
Back then, yeah, I was tekky
Now I'm older, I'm all jelly
Raise my kids, get them teddies
Thirty now, don't watch my belly
Glastonbury, I was on the telly
What, there's no readies?
Want me dead? You must be leggy
Now when I do my thing at festies
Know that I get way more than twenty
Drinking bevvies
And your girlfriend's moving pecky
But it's getting long, man
I'm gonna have to run in a minute like

Why is it light outside already?
I need skins, cooking effy
Walking home 'cause the Uber price is nuts
But the pavement feels like jelly
I think I'm in love
I could've been someone
It's always the comedown that gets me
Now I need skins, cooking effy
I would've gone home, but I got way too drunk
And the cloakroom girl was sexy
I think I'm in love
Swear I could've been someone

Alright, mate, how you keeping?
Just went into a pub in Dublin there
Had a nice wee creamy Guinness
Listening to your song
Absolute vibe
Lovely way to end a Wednesday night