A wise man once said
"To wake up you gotta go to sleep"
There's no more rules to break
You 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 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 rollin' out, but I'm rollin' up instead
Plans out the window, somebody's at the door (Oi Green!)
Patterns on the ceilin', bodies on the floor
Socks in the sock drawer, drawer in my sock
I'm goin' all out, yeah we all in the what
Same old story, every bloody weekend
Sunday I'm on a wave, 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)
And you made another bad decision
There's no more rules to break
You 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 made all of your mistakes, yeah
No need to calculate
The sum of all your bad decisions
Come on mate, it's only eight, start early finish early
Start early finish late, I'm already in a state
In a rave over east, the night ain't goin' west yet
Next thing you know we're in a cab to the West End
Feelin' super, drinkin' ma juice
Doin' bumps, gettin' prang in the back of the Uber
Nearly at the bar, still gotta get our tickets though
Wait up, hold on a minute, my phone's ringin' bro
(Alright Steve)
(Ello mate, what's happenin')
(Havin' a cheeky one are ya?)
(Yeah, is Emmy around?)
(He is mate, but I'm not around later)
(You sure you don't wanna take an arm?)
And you made another bad decision (aww fuck it)
There's no more rules to break
You 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 made all of your mistakes, yeah
No need to calculate
The sum of all your bad decisions
You know the crew, skip the queue, step in the club
Get a table and order a couple bottles of booze
Bottles of petrum, petrone, however you pronounce it
Add one or two shots for who's countin'
Hopped outside to me fingy for the fing
On the door, ain't no trouble gettin' in
Hopped out of the van was on my way back to the gang
With a pen that's in ma hand, when I bumped into a fan
(Oi you're Professor Green int ya?)
(Uhh)
(You are int ya, yo-you're him!)
(Ye-yeah, what d'ya want, a picture?)
(Nah I don't want a picture mate, you're nicked)
And you made another bad decision (fuck!)
Shoved the fed, now I'm leggin' it through Soho
Tryna hold my jeans up, I shouldn't wear 'em so low
Straight across Wardour, nearly hit a rickshaw
If I get caught, I know all too well what I'm in for
Left-hand pourin', I'm runnin' out of breath
But I already know how I'm gettin' out of this mess
I ain't goin' in for nuffin', even though the cop stopped me
The packet's in the rickshaw I've got nuffin' on me, officer