Sing a Song Of Six Pound ~ Luke Johnson

Produced by RRAREBEAR

Lyrics:
I remember being / lonely when I was just a little boy on his bike, on a paper round, riding round town, not a care in the world, 6 in the morning with the bag hanging off my side, wasn't any issues in my life, just a couple of girls, used to spend the couple quid that I made on a couple cans of that pop and a couple sweets in the shop n I had it made, didn't feel like anything could have harmed me not even a whole army, there was nothing that I wanted to change,

But sweet dreams never last long
sing a song of six pound paid for my round I was gone
put the papers on the table, metal in the bong
Pills in the bag, the powder in the sock //

Looking like I'm made in England
Little scallywag toe rag picking up a nose bag//
Sweet dreams turned to pipe dreams dying
Ain't no chance to start flying

I remember/ guy and me doing a line of summin white in the school bogs lighting up pipes in the sun light of night, one fight with a gang was sometimes, other times we were fighting with each other, fun times, alright, it wasn't perfect but nothing could ever be, this is life, this is something without any plan b, it's tight, trying to make it in a life with no life, but still there's no harm trying to try...try//

But sweet dreams never last long
sing a song of six pound paid for my round I was gone
put the papers on the table, metal in the bong
Pills in the bag, powder in the sock //

Looking like I'm made in England
Little scallywag toe rag picking up a nose bag//
Sweet dreams turned to pipe dreams dying
Ain't no chance to start flying

But sweet dreams never last long
sing a song of six pound paid for my round I was gone
put the papers on the table, metal in the bong
Pills in the bag, powder in the sock //

Looking like I'm made in England
Little scallywag toe rag picking up a nose bag//
Sweet dreams turned to pipe dreams dying
Ain't no chance to start flying

Beat by Rrarebear 'Walking Home'