Lyrics
Do whatever it is you do
I've had a few bumps and I feel good as new
You're like a pear, the way you bruise
I'm still gon' wear these clothes when I'm 22
Pathetic rain
Sheltered it with love
I guess it's all down to that after school club
I don't know what is I'm to do
that's the word up on the avenue
8 police were knocking down my door
luckily for me I was on tour
One million stories
One million poor pieces
Family adore me
I'm silly I'm sorry
Confetti rains
Sheltered it with hugs
I guess its all down to that after school club
I don't know what is I'm to do
Don't know what I got myself into
I just wanna see my health improve
That's if I'm caught guilty before my crew
No point in telling the fucking truth
Confetti rains
Blatant blaming thugs
I guess its all down to that after school club
I guess its all down to that after school club
And by the way, I'll cease to admit it
Cornered my pride and cease to re-give it
and even if I lie I know I'll still be with it
Not the rocks, not the trees
It's the death pit of thieves
That alone still breathe on the summer's night eve
Proceed
I guess its all down to the teachers that teach
nah nah nah nah
I guess it's all down to that after school club
I guess it's all down to that after school club
I'm so involved and I cant give it up
