Slow Songs

[Verse 1: Giggs]
They talk about they wanna cut crime down (down)
I do something positive and they fly down
I'm pissed off, so I lie down (yeah)
Grab a spliff, grab a pen, and I wind down (yes)
Mad poverty (yeah)
Niggers can't get jobs so they buy brown (trap)
Buy light (light), drive round (round)
Tryna hustle on the streets to get the right pound (yeah)
A little youths getting knifed down
Cos nigga got pissed and brought a knife round (yeah)
They don't care about a sign said put the knives down (yeah)
Next little niggers gonna get the knives now (now)
Rinse off the ting and put a life down (shit)
Think of the shit we live our lives round
That's why I can't understand all the fight down (yeah)

[Chorus: Mike Skinner]
When the shadows in the sun grow long
We listen to a slow, slow song

[Verse 2: Giggs]
I used to roll strapped up packing a Glock
Running round rinsing at the back of a block (yeah)
Used to shot cats whole packets of rock
Now I make music, what they planning to block (why is that?)
Fuck these lil' faggoty cops
I came a long way from a raggedy top
Old Reeboks, and my Gravitys on
Now everything drops I get my gravity on (mm)
The whole industry getting mad at me songs
Saying they don't like me the way I'm carrying on
Been a mad journey
These fucker don't know where I'm travelling from
Tryna make my buzz lighter
Tryna get to me locking down my blud Kyzer
Smoke weed while sipping on a Budweiser

[Chorus: Mike Skinner]
When the shadows in the sun grow long
We listen to a slow, slow song

[Verse 3: Mike Skinner]
It's just a phase we know
That hazy glow
Coming off the blazing road
But I'm like Amir Khan, I appear calm
All that clear charm
But I clip your ear ole' raw
Keep score of what I got
In the drawer with the socks
Feeling ever more than a lot
I used to score shotting at the squats
Fuck it, duck it in the bucket seat
Spunked all my currency and my luck, you see
Am I grind blind
Frightened sometimes
Mixing white wine with whine
Late nights on the pave like
With Dave types
Chitter chatter with the latter
Wave bye
Behave right
Let's stay tight

[Chorus: Mike Skinner]
When the shadows in the sun grow long
We listen to a slow, slow song