Proud – Dan Bull – letras

So it’s nearly time for me to goBut I want to thank you for being hereIt’s been a pleasureI mean that trulyAnd now I’m going to do a convoluted tuneA composition that I’m particularly proud ofNever been a fellow to be down with the gsHardly ever collect felonies out on the streetMy criminal record took minimal effortTo scribble and get all it down on a sheetMe, I can do without the policeSee, I’m a dude renowned to be tediousNo pissing about, I’m seriousI really just sit around on a seatRead a book, put it down, have a wee’til I feel I’ve had enough then I slouch in my pjsThese days when I’m counting my sheepIt takes me ages drowsing to sleepFeel I’m thousands of feet out of my leagueLike a floundering dinghy down in the deepPeople shouting at me I’m not allowed on a beatBut there’s four times more that’ll tell me I’m sweetI found my release when I bought me a micAnd recorded a tight lyric down on a beatWith the sound so loud that the speakersMelt with the heat cos I’m dan to the bOne, two, I’m counting to threeThen I want you, to bounce to the beatFrom the north to the west to the south to the eastWe can all get well rowdyI oughtn’t lie, I mean demographicallyThere’s a hypothesis I support:That I am the more priviliged in all of societyQuite unlike the baller I try and beI was born in a nice regionAnd brought up politelySo I was taught to mind my ps and qsAnd make way for oaps in queuesI’m a decent dude, peaceful tooBut on a beat I speak with lethal truthThis sequel to my debut album’sA way to tell them the good news:That I’m a middle class kid from the midlandsLess « safe » more like « how you diddling? »I’m like a polo without the middle inMore whole than the hole to fill it inThough I’m a bitter kid, just a little bitBringing mint lyrics but no-one’s listeningBut I’m in the zone and I’m coveting the throneSo I’m not gonna give it in, gloves coming off andI’m boxing until I winWatch when I’m in the ringRoundhouse my doubts, bopping them in the chinPlot thickening along with the smokeBut I’m not gonna choke – I’ve got ventolinLike when I kicked my bong and it brokeIt allowed me the freedom to breathe the air againAnd now that I’m clean and the songs that I wrote thenAre out and they’re seen I am proud to be meYou could tell when I’d been chilling out with some weedI couldn’t leave the house, you could smell the febrezeNow when I’m out on an evening in town I’m a demonDowning indecent amounts of ribena’til I’m down on my knees and in piecesWeeping shouting « help me, please »But when I’m having doubts about my beliefI just tell myself that I’m proud to be meOne, two, I’m counting to threeThen I want you, to bounce to the beatFrom the north to the west to the south to the eastWe can all get well rowdy