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everyone you know - think about his mother كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
out in the city, is where i wanna be
friday, sat_rday, ‘appy as can be
and we know the times are getting hard
but the streets are ours

[verse 1]
falling out of the club, had a great night
my best mates girls bell ’em up on facetime
they ignore it, they got this look in their eye
it’s quite awkward and now they ain’t talking
they keep staring at this fella in the red coat
i said, “come on, let’s head home”
they say, “nah”
i said, “just think about his mother”
now i can see that my mates are stressed
the mood keeps shifting, it’s feeling tense
agitated, chain smoking cigarettes
now the high streets empty, there’s no one left
fella in the red coat’s with a girl in a dress
and the pair of them are living rent free in my mates head
i said, “just think about his mother”

[verse 2]
then the couple start walking off, my mates follow
i said, “you’ll regret this tomorrow”
they say, “i doubt it”
they said, “he gave it large all night, now let’s see if he’s about it”
i said, “think about his mother tho, yeah
think about his sister and his brother tho, yeah”
he said, “bruv, i don’t care”
f_ck, i’m so scared
i don’t wanna go there
but i ain’t gonna show fear
so i’m here, peer pressured up to the eyelids
f_ck, i don’t like this
the f_ck are they fighting?
my mate throws a big right to this guys chin
now his girl’s crying
f_ck, i hear sirens
but they ain’t stopping
nah, they’re just stomping
i just wanna jump in, i gotta do something
i beg you calm down now just relax
the poor lads laying on his back
you weren’t thinking ’bout his mother
you weren’t thinking ’bout his mother
[refrain]
think about his poor mother
think about his poor mother
you weren’t thinking ’bout his mother
think about his poor mother

[verse 3]
now my mates ran away
but i can’t just leave him
lying on his back, poor lad took a beating
blue lights coming and his girlfriend’s screaming
putting on my jacket tryna ask for a reason
i keep telling her they didn’t mean it
but she don’t believe it, the poor lads bleeding
i’m tryna calm her down
while the poor boy’s laying on the ground
i’m just thinking ’bout his mother

- everyone you know

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