Steven Camden - Jessica lyrics

Fifteen and I'm sparking a joint In the park with the boys, chatting fart, making noise The girls are on a bench way over there in the distance To put space between our best means of resistance It's getting dark and we all want to kiss them But we don't have a clue what to do so we just diss them Too embarra**ed to talk it over Then John's like "Hold on, someone's walking over." Oh no yo, it's two of the girls Other half of the species confusing our world If they choose you, it proves you're mature to the world Fingers crossed in my pocket, foot's moving the dirt Never sure whether they're gonna smile or bite you They walk right over like they're ready to fight you They both look at me and say "Jessica likes you" My mind goes numb, my mouth's like "Alright, cool" But let me tell you about Jessica Brown Every single maths lesson, I've been checking her out There's something in her face makes my chest wanna shout And that freckle by the neck of her blouse, I'm like "Wow" Turns out she'd been checking me too Although I'd never asked her out, she'd been expecting me to So just for good measure, extra pressure to boot And my penalty's up, but am I ready to shoot? At the point, I know I'm supposed to follow 'em And if anyone's got kissing techniques, I wanna borrow 'em I can't swallow and the possible horror of tomorrow If I get it wrong's got me hollow, I can't breathe Might be even worse if I wrong, so I can't leave And I got no control over the bones in my knees My friends are egging me on, telling me I can't leg it If you run now, then you'll regret it, believe! Next thing I know, we're in the middle of the park Her friends, my friends watch from afar Neither one of us is even sure where to start The stars are coming out, the whole park's getting dark She looks at me, my mind goes numb And I try to fight the urge to just pull her hair and run Next thing I know, her tongue's touching my tongue And I'm not sure if I'm doing it right but I'm like “Nice one” For some reason, I'm closing my eyes The whole park melts and we're frozen in time Her hand's on my shoulder, I'm holding her side Then my hand goes down, slowly strokes her behind I don't know why, what a joker am I! “Oh no!” in my mind, something's poking her thigh [?] unfold, I won' lie But she's holding me tight just to show me it's fine This girl's wicked and I wish we could kiss forever I hear my name and I try not to listen Open my eyes I'm in a fetal position In my bed, age 10, not even dreaming of kissing Even getting into my clothes feels like a mission But I smell fried dumpling from my dad in the kitchen No television in my room like I'm wishing But there's football to play, to the park's my decision Mom shouts up, “I hope you got your vest on!” And even though I know that I don't, I'm like “Yes, mum!” I know now it's better never to test Mom Forget TV detectives; believe she's the best one “I can't stop, Mom! Kickoff's at two.” “Boy, come back after seven, you'll catch a lick off my shoe!” I smile as I leave, rally burn up the street Two dumpling I'm eating too quickly to shoot And now it's 34 all Steve gets the ball out on the right Cuts back inside, square ball to John John goes to turn, the crowd shouts “Man on!” Pa** back to Steve who lets loose a shot you won't believe Top right-hand corner out the goalkeeper's reach The team goes mad, pile on behind the goal “Man, what's the time?” “Twenty to nine” I'm like “Oh…” Racking my brain for an excuse Even though it's no use, I still choose to make one Mom will take none, but I gotta say something Close the front door, can still smell the dumpling Can't see Mom, so I dump my stuff Just enough time to make tea and bu*ter her up “What time do you call this?” I don't reply Just act surprised and close my eyes to get licked But the licks don't come I stand struck dumb, count down from five to one Then I slowly open my eyes To my surprise, I stand dressed smart, I'm now 21 “Well done, son!” Mom gives me a hug Young man grown up, graduated and done She wears her best clothes and I don't suppose she knows Her son owes the man ten grand for fun But right now, it don't matter As she's sat chatting with Jess's mom and dad over a cold platter They're all laughing how we're still together As we sit to the side, but their wine, they get leathered She looks amazing Better than I ever remember in those lessons when she drove me crazy She looks at me, a little [?] maybe It's time that we should tell ‘em that we're having a baby Open my eyes, I'm 29 My eight-year-old son wants to learn how to rhyme Standing at the foot of our bed and off the tope of his head He spits a flow showing perfect time You know that deserves a smile “Okay, let's get dressed. Brush your teeth and we'll work on style” “Get your clothes on and don't forget your vest, lad!” And even though I know that we won't, he's like “Yes, Dad.” A cup to tea in my mug that says “best dad” More rhymes in the house that be driving Jess mad She just smiles as she sips her tea and as I tickle her feet He comes back with his best pad Alright, first thing: you must observe the time A good flow is like a fossil: it preserves the time And the only thing of worth you can learn from mine Is the spaces between words deserve to shine You gotta find your own flow, son And if the flow feels right to you, the rhyme's done Sometimes looking back in time is good ‘Cause some things don't change as you find what you love Speak what you know, breathe deep as you flow Some people gonna bite you to keep the light down And they can say what they like, but when you're gripping the mic You make sure that you're right for right now You know what?