Think About His Mother

[Intro]

Out in the city, is where I wanna be

Friday, Saturday, '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"

Fuck, 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

Fuck, I don't like this

The fuck are they fighting?

My mate throws a big right to this guys chin

Now his girl's crying

Fuck, 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