My boy,
been messing round again,
Police and you at my door.
You look like a mess
and you've got me so stressed
You'll get yourself hurt one day.
Hanging with the wrong crew
The whole town's afraid of you
But you think it's fun.
They 'pigs' know your name,
you're the one to blame,
notorious on the estate.
Cannabis in your pocket,
always lightin' up like a rocket
and you're not even phased.
Ms Shah from No. 4,
Comes knocking the door
With you out, stoned, in her arms.
Your mama "did nothing for ya"
It's her fault you love hitting up on street corners.
Your daddy "was so dirty"
No father figure, is that why you're a player?
Go on blame them, it's never your fault
It's always someone else's, even when you're caught.
Sitting in the cafe,
Sipping a cup of coffee,
Soothing the hangover off.
You hurt me last night,
We had a big fight,
But you're to messed up to remember.
Vodka and Ketamine,
is your recipe,
for a good night out.
You're sprawled over my bed
With deep cuts on your head
God knows how they got there,
You were probably eyeing a girl,
And asked if she's on the pill,
and she turned round and whacked you.
I'm just your re-bound
And when your down a few pounds,
you come crying to me.
Your mama "did nothing for ya"
It's her fault you love hitting up on street corners.
Your daddy "was so dirty"
No father figure, is that why you're a player?
Go on blame them, it's never your fault
It's always someone else's, even when you're caught.
Your mama "did nothing for ya"
It's her fault you love hitting up on street corners.
Your daddy "was so dirty"
No father figure, is that why you're a player?
Go on blame them, it's never your fault
It's always someone else's, even when you're caught.
You call yourself a man?
Whilst gulping down a cheap can
Oh, oh dear.
I can't take any more
Of you spewing on my floor
This is the end.
Ain't no lovers tiff,
Bye bye this is it
So go home and light a spliff
SOUNDS LIKE;
