I'm gonna disappear (up my own arse or to bed probably by 10) IP

I'm gonna disappear.

Me and my hairline are gonna blow this popsicle stand

cos that's what we used to do.

I think that's what we used to do.

There's a reason we used to do it.

I'm going out tonight. Reunified.

I'm down with the paranoid stoners.

I'm cool with the ravers and their dodgy nightmares.

I'm hanging with the sports freaks; their iverything on loud with Iggle Piggle ringtones.

I dig my music through the samples I recognise; do my listening through half sleep shut eyes.

We used to do that.

I want it back. I'm gonna get it back.

Tonight

cos that's what we used to do.

I think that's what we used to do.

There's a reason we used to do it.

Deep.

I'm gonna do Vodka shots (with Zantac)

Snort lines (of Dioralyte)

Tonight. I used to love the night.

Inspire me Ice cream aisle!

Talk to me tax return!

Fellate me filofax!

That used to happen

cos that's what we used to do.

I think that's what we used to do.

There must be a reason we used to do it.

But

hanging in ma crib with my babies

has no double meaning any more

cos that's what I'd rather do.

That's what I'm used to.

There's a reason we used to do it.