Separation Bugzy Malone (Ft. Maverick Sabre)

[Intro: Bugzy Malone]
Yeah
Bugzy Malone
You know
I need you to picture this, I need you to picture this
(Sounds of the Sir)

[Verse 1: Bugzy Malone]
Separation's mad, cos we don't even talk no more you don't even cross my mind
Really that's sad cos I was on the bedroom floor waiting for the PS3 pad
I remember the smell, you was trying to make man blaze
Them times I was way too young
Nobody could tell, but deep down I was just following you like you was the one
You remember the creps? 110s we used to call them, yours were the baddest on road
Them days were the best, free as a bird pedalling from postcode to postcode
Reaching speeds on a Mongoose Pro playing grime beats on a stolen phone
I remember the Samsung D500 with the little speaker on it was cold
20 man deep, bare different emcee names, everybody had bars
Do you remember the Toyota Corolla, bare different stolen cars
Even the dog's nickname was Bullet, because it was leaving holes in necks
And you got hench and had man feeling weak Samson with no dreads
We don't talk no more but that's fine
Please tell your mum I said hi
Them days are gone and they're never gonna come back
We're older now and that's life
No disrespect, back then you was on top and it felt like you was the guy
Separation's mad and time flies cos now you're institutionalised