[project168 - fifteen] [lyrics: russo/peekyblinder(rose&fox)2026] lemme take you back.... ninety three, fifteen end of year assembly whole school packed in. fox, yo ready for this? scuffed white adidas on that wooden floor mic in my hand, got them calling out for more teacher in the wings with the nervous face mum on her camcorder tryna film the whole place sweaty palms, got our names on the program whisper to fox like, "yo! stick to the plan" curtain slowly risin' my heart beats so loud i ain't never stood in front of this size crowd year elevens at the back like "this better be hard" little kids in the front row caught off guard fox got the tape deck cueing up the track beat hits once, whole hall leans back we in the school hall, end of year, lights low me and fox on the stage, let the beats go fifteen years old, come hear my full flow whole place jumping when we play our song we in the school hall, end of year, lights low me and fox on the stage, let the rhymes go fifteen years old, in the place where we belong whole place bouncing when we play our song caretaker groans when that bassline pumps but the headteacher’s smiling when the whole crowd jumps got my blazer off, shirt untucked, strike a little pose friends at the side yelling, "you got this rose!" fox nods once, then he drops that hook i hear my own voice, double-take, like look.. we wrote this all in my tiny little room clothes on the floor, hair spray, perfume late night laughs, neighbours banging on walls now our sound echoes round these assembly halls i see my form tutor tryna hide that grin like, "them quiet kids, they really wrote this?" we in the school hall, end of year, lights low me and fox on the stage, let the beats go fifteen years old, come hear my full flow whole place jumping when we play our song we in the school hall, end of year, lights low me and fox on the stage, let the rhymes go fifteen years old, in the place where we belong whole place bouncing when we play our song A'd double english, music, drama, art what more do you need to be a number one pop star? a fox with the beats, kebab with the bass a little bit of luck, and a damn pretty face.
