Falling out of the club
Had a great night
My best mates girls
Bell 'em up on FaceTime
They ignore it
They got a this look in their eye's
It's quite awkward
And now they ain't talking
They keeps staring at the fella in the red coat
I said come on let's head home
They say 'na'
I said just think about his mother
Now I can see that my mates are stressed
The mood keeps shifting its feeling tense
Agitated
Chain smoking cigarettes
Now the high streets empty
There's no one left
Fella in the red coats
With a girl in a dress
And the pair of them are living rent free in my mates heads
I said
Just think about his mother
Now the couple start walking off and my mate follow
I said you'll regret this tomorrow
They say I doubt it
They said he gave it large all night
Now let's see if he's about it
I said think about his mother tho yeah
Think about his sister and his brother tho yeah
They said bruv I don't care
Fuck I'm so scared
I don't wanna go there
But I ain't gonna show fear
So I'm here
Peer pressured up to eyelids
Fuck I don't like this
The fuck are they fighting?
My mate throws big right
To this guys chin
No his girls crying
Fuck I hear sirens
But they ain't stopping
Naa they're just stomping
I just wanna jump in
I gotta do something
I beg you calm down now just relax
The poor lads laying on his
You weren't thinking about his mother
You weren't thinking 'bout his mother
Think about his poor mother
Think about his poor mother
You weren't thinking bout his mother
Think about his poor mother
Now my mates ran away
But I can't just leave him
Lying on his back
Poor lad took a beating
Blue lights coming
And his girlfriends screaming
Pulling on my jacket tryna ask for a reason
I keep telling her that they didn't mean it
But she don't believe it
The poor lads bleeding
I'm tryna calm her down
While the poor boys
Laying on the ground
I'm just thinking bout his mother
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