Born in '88 summery childhood over grassy fields under tree shades, always happy apart from occasionally and pretty hyperactive really, well, mainly.
I got on well, I had my fun and when I reached eleven I had something to run...
Towards. Towards. Run towards your problems.
Towards. Towards. Run towards your problems (not away).
Towards. Towards. Run towards your problems.
Towards. Towards. Run towards your problems (not away).
Because they're challenges, it ain't no trouble, if it's possible, it's easy, or it might as well be.
Because they're challenges, it ain't no trouble, if it's possible, it's easy, or it might as well be.
So I kept on going and all was fine, but when I hit seventeen I went kind of out of my mind, sixteen hours a day on call of duty, to be honest I went kind of fruity.
I was a nut job by the time I was 18 and that lasted for eight weeks, but despite being a freak it ain't no sweat on my back because I'll be back, again, and in search for some more friends.
Things were getting better, but my duty wasn't done, things weren't REALLY going anywhere so I had to run...
Towards. Towards. Run towards your problems.
Towards. Towards. Run towards your problems (not away).
Towards. Towards. Run towards your problems.
Towards. Towards. Run towards your problems (not away).
Because they're challenges, it ain't no trouble, if it's possible, it's easy, or it might as well be.
Because they're challenges, it ain't no trouble, if it's possible, it's easy, or it might as well be.
But then I seemed like I was on dope. I lost all hope. I acted like a twat and did something stupid, and I never got hit by cupid...
But when I returned things were okay again, although I did get kind of fuckin' moody and act like a twat, oh well, oh well, it's time to run....
Towards. Towards. Run towards your problems.
Towards. Towards. Run towards your problems (not away).
Towards. Towards. Run towards your problems.
Towards. Towards. Run towards your problems (not away).
Because they're challenges, it ain't no trouble, if it's possible, it's easy, or it might as well be.
Because they're challenges, it ain't no trouble, if it's possible, it's easy, or it might as well be.
Things were boring for ages, until abou' a year and an 'alf ago when I got into a friendly network circle of friends with some peeps from a new place I moved to....
Stuff was kind of weird at first because I was so quiet, but I soon went interesting, in fact too much! Then I was like a sitting duck, life striked me in the back....
I fucked up again. Again, again, I fucked up again.
I fucked up again. Again, again, I fucked up again.
I fucked up again. Again, again, I fucked up again.
But oh well.
Since about two weeks ago, things are basically perfect, effectively so. I am so really happy and things simply just seem to flow. Couldn't be better, well, yeah it could. But that's even better because things will be... even better, man that's good!
I got on well, I had my fun and when I reached eleven I had something to run...
Towards. Towards. Run towards your problems.
Towards. Towards. Run towards your problems (not away).
Towards. Towards. Run towards your problems.
Towards. Towards. Run towards your problems (not away).
Because they're challenges, it ain't no trouble, if it's possible, it's easy, or it might as well be.
Because they're challenges, it ain't no trouble, if it's possible, it's easy, or it might as well be.
So I kept on going and all was fine, but when I hit seventeen I went kind of out of my mind, sixteen hours a day on call of duty, to be honest I went kind of fruity.
I was a nut job by the time I was 18 and that lasted for eight weeks, but despite being a freak it ain't no sweat on my back because I'll be back, again, and in search for some more friends.
Things were getting better, but my duty wasn't done, things weren't REALLY going anywhere so I had to run...
Towards. Towards. Run towards your problems.
Towards. Towards. Run towards your problems (not away).
Towards. Towards. Run towards your problems.
Towards. Towards. Run towards your problems (not away).
Because they're challenges, it ain't no trouble, if it's possible, it's easy, or it might as well be.
Because they're challenges, it ain't no trouble, if it's possible, it's easy, or it might as well be.
But then I seemed like I was on dope. I lost all hope. I acted like a twat and did something stupid, and I never got hit by cupid...
But when I returned things were okay again, although I did get kind of fuckin' moody and act like a twat, oh well, oh well, it's time to run....
Towards. Towards. Run towards your problems.
Towards. Towards. Run towards your problems (not away).
Towards. Towards. Run towards your problems.
Towards. Towards. Run towards your problems (not away).
Because they're challenges, it ain't no trouble, if it's possible, it's easy, or it might as well be.
Because they're challenges, it ain't no trouble, if it's possible, it's easy, or it might as well be.
Things were boring for ages, until abou' a year and an 'alf ago when I got into a friendly network circle of friends with some peeps from a new place I moved to....
Stuff was kind of weird at first because I was so quiet, but I soon went interesting, in fact too much! Then I was like a sitting duck, life striked me in the back....
I fucked up again. Again, again, I fucked up again.
I fucked up again. Again, again, I fucked up again.
I fucked up again. Again, again, I fucked up again.
But oh well.
Since about two weeks ago, things are basically perfect, effectively so. I am so really happy and things simply just seem to flow. Couldn't be better, well, yeah it could. But that's even better because things will be... even better, man that's good!
