SCUMBAG

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

Who 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?