Uh
Bollock away mate
I've had more warnings than I've had Whispa Golds
And I've had about nine of them this morning
I'm fucking crap
Tuck it in
You fucking
Wino
Crème anglaise
No worries
It is worries
Capital gains twat
Launching shit about what drivers cut you up
What are you, four?
I was arsed
I'm not arsed now
I'm bothered
I wish I fucking hadn't
You said nothing's free
I said
Tell that to my fucking pockets mate
They're stuffed with your stuff
I'm laughing
Twat
I'm fucking well hot
I ain't talking centigrade
I've got a fucking massive head
I got GCSEs
I ain't saying you haven't got your own struggles
All I'm saying is I don't fucking care about them
Fucking strip search me you wally
I ain't got one fuck left
You're nothing more than your dad's spaff gone rotten
And he was a fucking prick and all I've met him
I got views and I choose to share 'em
I don't really care if you listen to 'em
I got views and I choose to share 'em
I don't really care if you listen to 'em
I got views and I choose to share 'em
I don't really care if you listen to 'em
Uh
Piss
