Dreaming of the place
Bring myself away
Like in barking days
Scared my fears away
No one to complain
Baby, what's the grade?

I'm riding switch, I can't escape
Future back into the gate
I bust it up on Ilford lane
I pressure flip up to my grade
I'm riding switch, I can't escape
Future back into the gate
I bust it up on Ilford lane

Feelings never had no ethics
Feelings never have been ethical
Feelings never had no ethics (always feeling)
Feelings never have been ethical
Feelings never had no ethics
Feelings never have been ethical
Feelings never had no ethics
Feelings never have been ethical

Dreaming of the place
Bring myself away
Like in barking days

I'm riding switch, I can't escape
I bust it up on Ilford lane
I pressure flip up to my grade

Feelings never had no ethics
Feelings never have been ethical
Feelings never had no ethics (always feeling)
Feelings never have been ethical
Feelings never had no ethics
Feelings never have been ethical
Feelings never had no ethics

Feelings never have been ethical (always feeling)
Feelings never had no ethics
Feelings never have been ethical
Feelings never had no ethics
Feelings never have been ethical

Feelings never had no ethics (always feeling)
Feelings never have been ethical
Feelings never had no ethics
Feelings never have been ethical