Home by 8 - Datkid, BAILEYS BROWN, Datkid, Baileys Brown

I take a breath of smoke, let it go

Then I take a second toke

Grab a pen and flow, get into aggressive mode

Pissed cause I can’t even step on road to wreck a show

Instead I’m home, with a tag around my leg alone

And yeah I know I was a twat

I was out stepping hotter with the coppers on my back

And then I got another tag and didn’t bother to try stopping it at that

Chose to go get arrested over cotching at my flat

And I bet those stinking pigs loved it when they raided me

Took off my door and saw that I was cultivating weed

Next day morning court making pleas

Whilst the papers painting me to be some crazy beast just to make some P

But I should have been holding it down instead of

Floating around with my boat in the clouds

Rolling through town smashed with a roach in my mouth

Marker glued to my palm writing over your house

Cause if you’re living as a sinner, then you pay the price

That’s just the way of life and fuck living it like you ain’t alive

So that’s why I’ll be home by 8 tonight

Cotching plotting with my grade alight

Waiting for the day I rise

Living as a sinner, so I paid the price

That’s just the way of life and fuck living it like I ain’t alive

So that’s why I’ll be home by 8 tonight

Cotching plotting with my grade alight

Waiting for the day I rise

See truthfully, the only thing I’m regretting is getting caught

I’d probably do it all again without a second thought

But next time I’ll make sure I don’t have to step in court

And get left with a ringing phone box on my bedroom floor

Yeah F the law, fuck the judges and magistrates

Fuck the prosecutors, fuck the journalists and the jakes

Them man are waste, trying to have me banged away to clap a wage

And now every time I walk the streets I acting prang and bait

And all they say is «I'm just doing my job»

But you chose to do your job, are you stupid or what?

You’re just a glorified snitch with a uniform on

To all the kiddies love to spit on when you move them along

And the reason I’ll hate every one of these pricks till I die

Is for the fact they’re trying to punish me for living my life

Fuck your authority, I’ll shit on your stripes

Then get home by 8, in time to scribble a rhyme and bring it alive