Cruel Summer Page #4

Dumb head buried deep

in the elements

I remain in the flames

and the smoke

Twist around,

I change and evolve

You hung yourself with

that chain that you hold

Blistering heat that came from

the cold

Pick me up, I'm feeling low,

have been since a week ago

I just need some

beats to roll

I sit and hug the

speaker so I'm feeling it

Now we involve in the

freezing cold

Hands are numb,

can't even hold

I'm seeming young,

I'm feeling old

Feeling old, feeling old

Seeming young,

I'm feeling old

Pick me up, I'm feeling low,

have been since a week ago

I just need some

beats to roll

I sit and hug the

speaking so I'm feeling it

Now we involve in the

freezing cold

Hands are numb,

can't even hold

I'm seeming young,

I'm feeling old

Feeling old, feeling old

(Nick coughs)

- So why'd you move down here

anyway, Cal?

- My old man was f***ing my

mom about, so, she decided

it was best to move down

here with my cousin and that.

- F*** it, sooner or later

parents split up anyway.

- You reckon?

- Mm, dead-right, mate.

I don't know one person round

here whose parents are still

together and it's always because

they shagged someone else.

- Coming from the kid whose

parents are proper loved up.

- [Nick] And who the f***

asked you?

- Don't listen to him, Cal.

He's just bitter 'cause he

got dumped.

- Did you get dumped, bro?

- Don't worry about it.

- Crying, he was.

- How the f*** was I crying?

Shut the f*** up.

- Pretty bad around Besret.

Parents wanted to move away

before they even split up.

- Why, how bad was it?

- Bad, bro.

Coming back from town on a bus,

literally a guy stabbed me for

no reason.

- F***ing hell,

no reason at all?

- No reason at all.

Reported it to the police, the

police said they thought it

might be gang related

but obviously, who knows?

- Yeah but that could

happen anywhere, mate.

- Does it f***, bro, that

sh*t don't happen in Cotswold.

That's why I wanna go

to university.

Bring my kids up in a nice area.

F*** living around there.

- Uni?

You ain't goin' to uni,

none of us are.

- [Nick] Yeah, innit,

good luck with that.

- [Calvin] Speak for yourselves,

mate.

- Look, your parents are as

broke as mine.

Can your dad afford

the fees, can your mom?

- [Calvin] No, but you've

got ways around it.

You've got grants, funding.

- Are you for real?

Look, face it, uni is for

the posh twats, simple.

- Come on, I'm bored of this,

let's go.

- Let's start that, bro, let's

start that.

- Woo!

- Nah.

(coins clink)

- What the f*** are you doing?

I've been trying to win

on that all morning.

- Have ya, yeah?

Well why don't you try and

f***ing win it back, ya prick.

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