Gumdrops Songtext
von Rizzle Kicks

Kickin′ footies at the wall till my foot's bleedin′
Nickin' doughnuts from the store 'cause it′s cool stealing
Gettin′ chased by the feds for a few minutes
But I've eaten all the evidence, I′m good with it
15-

Yeah, we grew up in that lad (culture)
Cup-of-tea-and-a-fag (culture)
"Shut up, bruv, are you mad?" (culture)
Arms out like we're mad vultures
Watch your food, man, there′s mad vultures
Circled skies, purple eyes, insecure
Making jabs, BCGs, MSN (ping, ping, ping)
Pop a pill, aren't we friends? (Top shelf)


Got the mag, FHM, loud behaviour
Spellin′ "BOOBS" on a calculator
Lip gloss, thick mascara, got a semi on the .52
It's a different kind of twisted youth (oh)
I'm hardly a Prince Charming, but I′ll buy a Freddo and I′ll split with you
Never understood livin' under books
Practicin′ duckin' and landin′ hooks
We ain't even sayin′ that it's good

We were livin' in a mould, never doin′ what we told
Many dreams we were sold never came true
Now I′m livin' and I′m bold, I remember bein' cold
And I′m glad I never grew up with the same views
Gotta fight what we know, we leave our pride in the snow
Gotta pray we evolve for our own sake
But it's class on class, and this money burns fast
So we gotta take charge at our own pace, ay

I′m way too high off that sugar (sugar)
I wanna get chill, get Buddha (Buddha)
Break the law, well, I would've (would've)
′Cause nobody love a do-gooder, nobody love a do-gooder

Goodie, goodie-gumdrops
Goodie, goodie, goodie, goodie
Goodie, goodie-gumdrops
Goodie, goodie, goodie, goodie
Yo, uh (goodie, goodie)


Kickin′ footies at the wall till my foot's bleedin′
Nickin' doughnuts from the store ′cause it's cool stealin′
Gettin' chased by the feds for a few minutes
But I've eaten all the evidence, I′m good with it
15 years old, but I feel like a man
Wanna have sex, but don′t know if I can
Feelin' kinda trembly, a shake in my hand
But let′s just do this so I can tell all the gang, yeah

Am I cool now? Have respect of the crew now?
Top boy, top of the school ground
I'm getting too loud
Too big for the boot, I should get some new shoes out
Tellin′ all my friends we'll be boys forever
As we pass that blunt and we sip on Stella
Watch the sunrise drop, won′t get home for dinner
The old times got me good, yeah, yeah

I'm way too high off that sugar (yeah)
I wanna get chill, get Buddha (yeah)
Break the law, well, I would've
′Cause nobody love a do-gooder, nobody love a do-gooder

I′m way too high off that sugar (sugar)
I wanna get chill, get Buddha (Buddha)
Break the law, well, I would've (would′ve)
'Cause nobody love a do-gooder, nobody love a do-gooder

Goodie, goodie-gumdrops
Goodie, goodie (goodie, goodie), goodie, goodie
Goodie, goodie gumdrops (gumdrops)
Goodie, goodie, goodie, goodie
Goodie, goodie-gumdrops (gumdrops)
Goodie, goodie, goodie, goodie
Goodie, goodie-gumdrops
Goodie, goodie (goodie, goodie), goodie, goodie (goodie, goodie)
Goodie, goodie (gumdrops)

Love hearts, fake kisses
Clear bags of pain and wishes
Two trips won′t make a difference
But one more might push the limit, yeah
Grew up, same visions
Search far to find what's missing, yeah
What a time to be young
Oh, what a time it was

Oh, oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh, yeah