So here you are in Hoxton two years on Since you left that little no where that you're from First few weeks you stayed with your ex, same old arguments but without the sex. Now you're renting down the road its not so cheap Every weekend police stayed in the street wirey looking kids looked up eyes down we then biked to the arctic crown Now they're sqauring up "What phone you got bruv"? Yeah they're gonna give you grief You still get home in one piece. In the bar your mates spark celebrity But you're not fussed by the gay guy on CBBC Limos fury hen nights to the west end the night is dragging its heals till the end now he's in your face. "Got any drugs on you mate"? You get out for some peace still get home by our feet see now your home, crashing out in your coat Jet lagged from the night bus/bars? Planning your escape No point in trying to act all hard as the kids take the piss when you walk past No sane place left to go your mates aren't in the start and yes I'll grow Now you're tearing up just need one night off Get out of this in one peace and come home for some sleep Now you're home crash out in your coat jet lagged from the night bus and plan your escape.