Professor Green - Bad Decisions lyrics
[Professor Green - Bad Decisions lyrics]
Coughing 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 Wardour Street 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
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 Wardour Street 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