adam the rapper
remember the days
lyrics

[Intro]

Do you remember the days?

(Yo, if I think really really hard

I can remember yesterday

And sometimes even before that)

[Verse 1]

I'm a Westcountry old-timer

First thing springs to mind when I think back: cider

Nights on a fiver, so cheaper the better

And the stronger the better, and the better came whiter

[?] brand, Kingfisher if we're chilling

But most nights we wanted percentages to be higher

I never had the pallet for White Ace

But one litre in you'd never tell it from my face

Night came found trouble comes everywhere

Little scraps spark off the length off my hair

Chill in doorways and under trees

Link walkman to speakers and listen to some metal there

Got tired of the White Stuff, moved to Vermouth and Sprite, like

"This is really nice stuff"

The effects the same, get us wrecked the same

Don't forget you've gotta buy them little white cups

Too young for pubs, in the car park

Round the back of the swimming pool chilling in the dark, laughing

Smashing up abandoned cars in industrial parks

Cherry-knocking then scarpering

[Hook 1]

I backdrift through the twelve years, settled in alcohol mist

To the days when it was all raving and blazing and skating and getting wasted

Remember the days when...

[Verse 2]

I never got hurt skating

Black-stained fingernails picking grit out of grazes

T shirts at the side ripped

Ripped jeans at the sides

Ripped denim frayed at the top of thigh on my pushing foot

Throw myself down steps, never p**yfoot

Before I ever gave a F about it looking good

Take a fresh deck - s**y and crisp

To grip tape peeling, de-laminated woolen wood

I'd still pop pop shove-its on it

Though the top pop's rotten off it

No pop on it

Hold it up and it drops, flop it

Both ends, pray for face when you hop off it

No pads or a hard hat ever

A cardboard box and some tarmac's better

Crates stack, make ramps, take slams, take slams

Take slams, flip like a [?]

Shred legs til they're wrecked, lame

Schoolyard spot, hot to trot when the feds came

One guy, was such a ma**ive prick

I still remember that fed's name

[Hook 2]

I backdrift through the twelve years, settled in injury mist

To the days when it was all raving and blazing and skating and getting wasted

Remember the days when...

[Verse 3]

I would thrash guitar, before I'd ever even rapped a bar

Days locked in the garage with a axe and an amp

And a file full of tab and a head full of Tony Iomi and Dimebag

Before the band left my larynx scarred

I was bopping Black Sabbath hard

Like "Oh no, please God help me"

Channelling my anger and energy to mosh pits, riffs, and all things heavy

Nights on the farm getting rowdy in cow-sheds

Jamming in the barn like loud as hell

Next day wake pounding heads

Still buzzing off the rain and the sound of bells

Ground our next head banging

Stayed less eloquent, never even check what the sounds or the letters meant

Bust up Bristol for gigs on a school night

Mosh bit, getting bruised up like you'd been fighting

The scene got actually violent once metal started playing on the wireless

It s**ed, I was gutted, but it's something more truthful

Then I found Task Force and Roots Manuva

[Hook]

I backdrift through the twelve years, settled in tinitus mist

To the days when it was all raving and blazing and skating and getting wasted

Remember the days when...