Bad Decisions

A wise man once said, to wake up, you've got to go to sleep!

There's no more rules to break

You've made all of your mistakes yeah

You had a choice to make and you made another bad decision

There's no more rules to break

You've made all of your mistakes yeah

No need to calculate, the sum of all your bad decisions

Voices in my head, choices in my bed

I should be rolling out but I'm rolling up instead

Plans out the window somebody's at the door

Patterns on the ceiling bodies on the floor

Socks in the sock drawer drawing my sock

I'm going all out, are we all in or what?

Same old story every bloody weekend

Sunday I'm on a weight, Monday I'm in the deep end

Right who wants what? I want one, you want one and you want one

One plus one plus one is three, we might as well get a Henry

Quick maths!

There's no more rules to break

You've made all of your mistakes yeah

You had a choice to make and you made another bad decision

There's no more rules to break

You've made all of your mistakes yeah

No need to calculate, the sum of all your bad decisions

Come on mate, it's only 8 start early finish early

Start early finish late I'm already in a state

In a rave over East, the night ain't going west yet

Next thing you know we're in a cab to the West End

Feeling super drinking my juice

Doing bumps getting pranged in the back of the Uber

Nearly hit the box still gotta get our tickets though

Oh wait up, hold up a minute my phone's ringing bro

Alright Steve

Hello mate what's happening

Having a cheeky one are you?

Yeah is Henry about?

He is mate but I'm not around later, sure you don't wanna take a half?

Awww... fuck it

There's no more rules to break

You've made all of your mistakes yeah

You had a choice to make and you made another bad decision

There's no more rules to break

You've made all of your mistakes yeah

No need to calculate, the sum of all your bad decisions

You know the clues skip the queue

Step in the club, get a table and order a couple bottles of booze

Bottles of patron patron however you pronounce it

Add one or two shots but who's counting

Hopped outside to meet thingy for the thing

Knocked[?] on the door ain't no trouble getting in

Hopped outta the van was on my way back to the gang

With half an ounce in my hand when I bumped into a fan

"Oi you're Professor Green ain't ya?

You are ain't you, you're him!"

What do you want? A picutre?

"Nah I don't want a picture mate, you're nicked!"

Shoved the fed now I'm legging it through SoHo

Tryna hold my jeans up I shouldn't wear 'em so low

Straight across [?] nearly hit a rickshaw

If I get caught I know all too well what I'm in for

Left down Broadwick I'm running out of breath

I already know how I'm getting out of this mess

I ain't going in for nothing even though the cops got me

The packets in the rickshaw I ain't got nothing on me officer