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Sat in a car park doing lighter gas in Year 8 Didn't like the maths that we're made to learn And inside I had a weird hate (Weird hate) So I sat by the side of the train tracks Late at night and each day (Each day) I supply the unique that you want You supply the cliché (Cliché!) Stupid in the face Using the space in the room Shooting a stake in the womb You could see my cape in the moon You could be in space in a suit And still feel a little bit of hate from the tune Taking the piss Taking the landfill site full of shit Breaking the ribs Breaking the crib Break in the train yard naked And paint on my dick Yeah Don't worry about the time It's permanent midnight around here always Skets hanging out in the hallways Scooped out too many gourmet sorbets Why talk like your claws ain't corn flakes Letras de cancionesGoin' around gas about your bait court case All day, all day, all day Gassed up, wrapped up warm in my North Face Yeah Don't worry about the time It's permanent midnight around here always Skets hanging out in the hallways Scooped out too many gourmet sorbets Why talk like your claws ain't corn flakes Goin' around gas about your bait court case All day, all day, all day Gassed up, wrapped up warm in my North Face Roll up, roll up, roll up Two for one, and point seven on a weekday Two foot skank with the Devil on your shoulder blade The boy's clever on a replay DJ, DJ (DJ) Please, mate, how're you gonna come with that shit? You cat shit I ain't gonna teach you to behave so I go paint Stuffing the tins in a bag Love's on a singular plan Love's a ridiculous slag Pumping my fist in the air For the drugs in my system and damn I don't wanna spend my life in the pig house I don't wanna smell like ham I don't want a slut with a big mouth fucking about with my plans Love for the gang Thrusting my nuts in the lamb Man, I just come with a bang Jump and I land Slump when I'm drunk and I stand Man it's just something I am I don't give a fuck, I'm the man Fuck ton of drugs in a bag Punching your mum and your dad, man Michael Jackson, I'm bad Snatch the mic from your hand Yeah Don't worry about the time It's permanent midnight around here always Skets hanging out in the hallways Scooped out too many gourmet sorbets Why talk like your claws ain't corn flakes Goin' around gas about your bait court case All day, all day, all day Gassed up, wrapped up warm in my North Face Yeah Don't worry about the time It's permanent midnight around here always Skets hanging out in the hallways Scooped out too many gourmet sorbets Why talk like your claws ain't corn flakes Goin' about your bait court case All day, all day, all day Gassed up, wrapped up warm in my North Face From Letras Mania