On the beach, on the sand with a biff-da in my hand. Leftfield on my stereo, that’s where I want to go. You wonder why you stay in a place like this, but carry straight on in ignorant bliss. Well you can't run and you can't hide, from the troubles that you keep inside. If I ever get the chance, will I ever get it right, and wave good by to the shitty city street lights.

Then I just think about my friends, will these good times never end. They're may be fighting in the streets - we'd rather dance to dirty beats. And all the women that I meet, seem to lie and seem to cheat. In all the places I have been, all the places I have seen.

Go!!!!!!!!

Your talking kinda fast and your talking too much. You need to get a grasp cause your losing your touch. I've never felt like this, but now I've known you for a while. When ever you come near me I just have to run a mile. And these or more reasons through the changing seasons. Have I been here this long, where have all the time gone. You wonder why you stay in a place like this, where every other fucker seems to know you business.

Then I just think about my friends, will these good times never end. They're may be fighting in the streets, we'd rather dance to dirty beats. And all the women that I meet, seem to lie and seem to cheat. In all the places I have been, all the places I have seen.

I'm getting comfy in this urban lifestyle, something tells me that I've got to move now