Текст песни Break the Mould (Type.Raw remix) - ExP

Yo... disable your Wi-Fi
Stop looking through your chuffin' Facebook timeline
There's nothing there but a bunch of crap
A few hundred lads and lasses who love to chat
You ever notice people's online persona
Is always different to how you know them
It's no good
Talking in person should always come first
And the search for the perfect life is an absurd thing
Love will find you when you're doing what you love
Getting green eyes from other's lives isn't the one
I've seen people take lone selfies, in a pub
And bang it online saying that they're living it up
It's a moment in time, a Snapchat if you will
That person with 500 likes is actually still
A human - capable of torment and depression
And often the ones who look happiest are the stressed ones
You can get above that
Just find what you love, and never look back
And the problem is always to get enough cash
Avoid bad debt and loans they'll get you in crap
You've gotta ignore what the rest do
They won't arrest you for making the best moves
But they expect you to fall in line, get a mortgage and find
That you and yours are in debt for all of your life

Nah
Break the mould
Don't do what they expect - mate take control
You gotta break the mould
They wanna... break your spirit and take your soul
You gotta break the mould
They'll imprison you with wages till you're way too old
You gotta break the mould
Life's too short mate, so take it slow

We have this obsession with celebrity
Like these people are better than us cos they're on a telly screen
And if we see 'em in real life
We feel like they're a walking God and we're mere shite
But these people deal with crap like you
Pay their tax like you, but they don't act like you
Cos their face is recognisable and everywhere they go
A few people will stop 'em and try and take a photo
And if they say no then they're the bad guys
But next time you're out shopping or it's snack time
Ask yourself if you'd like to be stopped for a bit
By someone you don't know so you can pose for a pic
There are people whose dream in life is to be famous
Not for anything they've done they're just obsessed with the status
Think they'll get in the papers
Cos they've got a few followers on Twitter or on Facebook
So switch it off
Cos it'll only serve to piss you off
You can get a few likes who gives a toss
Scrolling and scrolling through your Insta... what
Go and breathe some fresh air
Before you're looking at life with a death stare
To overthrow the masses they need you comatose and placid
So they can rule their tax haven from a deck chair

Nah
Break the mould
Don't do what they expect - mate take control
You gotta break the mould
They wanna... break your spirit and take your soul
You gotta break the mould
They'll imprison you with wages till you're way too old
You gotta break the mould
Life's too short mate, so take it slow

Which is impossible with the speed time goes
And I know cos when I looked before I wasn't right old
Not quite bald but recession's taken its hold
And I'm not as hungry to make as sit in my home
And my hope is just live well and die knowing
I did everything I wanted to do with life though
I can't ever see me accepting that
Cos I'm certain once it's curtains all that's next is black
I'd be the first male on my Dad's side to make 70
I'm half way through right now that'll never be
Enough, cos there's everything I love
And there's everything I should do, could do, potentially I would
But, getting old's the obstacle
Try avoid the hospital
Cos anything is possible and many things are probable
But death is unstoppable, yours the least horrible
So write yourself a bucket list and get up off that bottom groove