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Don't know if I'm on a high or a skid And I feel like the king of a pile of shit All the haze and mist Got my brain all twisted, laying in the skip And I feel like the guy sometimes Or I feel like the runt in the litter in your eyes Feel like I got it worked out Or I feel like a cigarette stain on life London city on edge Step over nittys on the park bench, don't expect less I just wanna offend everyone I don't like Maybe can impress all the rest C.P. jacket in green Danking of green in the queue for the cash machine Feel like I'm fightin' machines And waring with ghosts that I can't ever see Scumbag in my DNA Buying weed with EMA Got some wrongs that I should write But today is not the day Scumbag in my DNA Buying weed with EMA Got some wrongs that I should write But today is not the day Letras de cancionesWho thought things would end like this? Who thought things would end like this? Said you such a little shit Got hit by a brick and my forehead split Domino's moped car park skid Sat in the car park, smoking a spliff So high, didn't know where I was Used to roam in the street until I got lost Throwing rocks as the cars zing past Smash someone's window then we all laugh Yeah, then we all dart Sitting in the stairwell, sorry if you gotta walk past Throwing pounds at the brick till I run out Or mum calls saying that I gotta come now Oh, to be young And not give a shit about anything unless it's about us Bruises and cuts, McDees lunch Out here back of the bus, uh Scumbag in my DNA Buying weed with EMA Got some wrongs that I should write But today is not the day Scumbag in my DNA Buying weed with EMA Got some wrongs that I should write But today is not the day Who thought things would end like this? Who thought things would end like this? From Letras Mania