Fifteen and I'm sparking a joint
In the park with the boys, chatting fart, making noise
The girls are on a bench way over there in the distance
To put space between our best means of resistance
It's getting dark and we all want to kiss them
But we don't have a clue what to do so we just diss them
Too embarra**ed to talk it over
Then John's like "Hold on, someone's walking over."
Oh no yo, it's two of the girls
Other half of the species confusing our world
If they choose you, it proves you're mature to the world
Fingers crossed in my pocket, foot's moving the dirt
Never sure whether they're gonna smile or bite you
They walk right over like they're ready to fight you
They both look at me and say "Jessica likes you"
My mind goes numb, my mouth's like "Alright, cool"
But let me tell you about Jessica Brown
Every single maths lesson, I've been checking her out
There's something in her face makes my chest wanna shout
And that freckle by the neck of her blouse, I'm like "Wow"
Turns out she'd been checking me too
Although I'd never asked her out, she'd been expecting me to
So just for good measure, extra pressure to boot
And my penalty's up, but am I ready to shoot?
At the point, I know I'm supposed to follow 'em
And if anyone's got kissing techniques, I wanna borrow 'em
I can't swallow and the possible horror of tomorrow
If I get it wrong's got me hollow, I can't breathe
Might be even worse if I wrong, so I can't leave
And I got no control over the bones in my knees
My friends are egging me on, telling me I can't leg it
If you run now, then you'll regret it, believe!
Next thing I know, we're in the middle of the park
Her friends, my friends watch from afar
Neither one of us is even sure where to start
The stars are coming out, the whole park's getting dark
She looks at me, my mind goes numb
And I try to fight the urge to just pull her hair and run
Next thing I know, her tongue's touching my tongue
And I'm not sure if I'm doing it right but I'm like “Nice one”
For some reason, I'm closing my eyes
The whole park melts and we're frozen in time
Her hand's on my shoulder, I'm holding her side
Then my hand goes down, slowly strokes her behind
I don't know why, what a joker am I!
“Oh no!” in my mind, something's poking her thigh
[?] unfold, I won' lie
But she's holding me tight just to show me it's fine
This girl's wicked and I wish we could kiss forever
I hear my name and I try not to listen
Open my eyes I'm in a fetal position
In my bed, age 10, not even dreaming of kissing
Even getting into my clothes feels like a mission
But I smell fried dumpling from my dad in the kitchen
No television in my room like I'm wishing
But there's football to play, to the park's my decision
Mom shouts up, “I hope you got your vest on!”
And even though I know that I don't, I'm like “Yes, mum!”
I know now it's better never to test Mom
Forget TV detectives; believe she's the best one
“I can't stop, Mom! Kickoff's at two.”
“Boy, come back after seven, you'll catch a lick off my shoe!”
I smile as I leave, rally burn up the street
Two dumpling I'm eating too quickly to shoot
And now it's 34 all
Steve gets the ball out on the right
Cuts back inside, square ball to John
John goes to turn, the crowd shouts “Man on!”
Pa** back to Steve who lets loose a shot you won't believe
Top right-hand corner out the goalkeeper's reach
The team goes mad, pile on behind the goal
“Man, what's the time?” “Twenty to nine”
I'm like “Oh…”
Racking my brain for an excuse
Even though it's no use, I still choose to make one
Mom will take none, but I gotta say something
Close the front door, can still smell the dumpling
Can't see Mom, so I dump my stuff
Just enough time to make tea and bu*ter her up
“What time do you call this?” I don't reply
Just act surprised and close my eyes to get licked
But the licks don't come
I stand struck dumb, count down from five to one
Then I slowly open my eyes
To my surprise, I stand dressed smart, I'm now 21
“Well done, son!” Mom gives me a hug
Young man grown up, graduated and done
She wears her best clothes and I don't suppose she knows
Her son owes the man ten grand for fun
But right now, it don't matter
As she's sat chatting with Jess's mom and dad over a cold platter
They're all laughing how we're still together
As we sit to the side, but their wine, they get leathered
She looks amazing
Better than I ever remember in those lessons when she drove me crazy
She looks at me, a little [?] maybe
It's time that we should tell ‘em that we're having a baby
Open my eyes, I'm 29
My eight-year-old son wants to learn how to rhyme
Standing at the foot of our bed and off the tope of his head
He spits a flow showing perfect time
You know that deserves a smile
“Okay, let's get dressed. Brush your teeth and we'll work on style”
“Get your clothes on and don't forget your vest, lad!”
And even though I know that we won't, he's like “Yes, Dad.”
A cup to tea in my mug that says “best dad”
More rhymes in the house that be driving Jess mad
She just smiles as she sips her tea and as I tickle her feet
He comes back with his best pad
Alright, first thing: you must observe the time
A good flow is like a fossil: it preserves the time
And the only thing of worth you can learn from mine
Is the spaces between words deserve to shine
You gotta find your own flow, son
And if the flow feels right to you, the rhyme's done
Sometimes looking back in time is good
‘Cause some things don't change as you find what you love
Speak what you know, breathe deep as you flow
Some people gonna bite you to keep the light down
And they can say what they like, but when you're gripping the mic
You make sure that you're right for right now
You know what?