Flippin' The Script

Wotcha, mate, the old script's fading fast, innit? Me inner compass, it's had a proper switch. Feel a new current, ain't no fakin' it, Leaving all the proper dodgy bits.

This new frequency, it's proper banging, Left the old dust-up in the lurch. My own yard, where my truth's hanging, No time for a pointless search.

Used to wear a face for every bleedin' crowd, Like a right mug, always tryna fit. But that act, it just felt well loud, Now I'm dumping all that old nit.

Got the jitters, like a proper chancer lost, Between the old me and this rising sun. But the geezer says it's part of the cost, Building foundations, getting the job done.

This new frequency, it's proper banging, Left the old dust-up in the lurch. My own yard, where my truth's hanging, No time for a pointless search.

My old mates, some are giving me the side-eye, Think I've gone a bit too far, you see. But my vibe's different, can't even try To pretend I'm still the old me.

They're all stuck in a proper jam, Moaning 'bout the same old chew. But I'm stepping out, not giving a damn, For me own blinder, somethin' fresh and new.

This new frequency, it's proper banging, Left the old dust-up in the lurch. My own yard, where my truth's hanging, No time for a pointless search.

Used to crave the cheers, the claps, the nod, Like a right wally, needing proof. Now my own spirit, it's a gift from God, Standing solid, right beneath my roof.

Some days I'm knackered, thinking what's the game, Grieving for the chap I used to be. But that dead weight, it just ain't the same, Gotta let it go, set the new me free.

This new frequency, it's proper banging, Left the old dust-up in the lurch. My own yard, where my truth's hanging, No time for a pointless search.

My decisions, sharp as a razor's edge,"Does this feel right for my proper self?" No more straddling the awkward hedge, Just stacking true value on the shelf.

The noise of others, it's just a buzz, No time for their dramas, their petty strife. Cutting out the chatter, 'cause it just was Draining all the juice right out of my life.

This new frequency, it's proper banging, Left the old dust-up in the lurch. My own yard, where my truth's hanging, No time for a pointless search.

So if you feel this shift, this inner roar, Don't be a plank, just go with the flow. Your winning season's knocking at the door, Time to let your proper brilliance show.