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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Sleaford Mods
Sleaford Mods
Interprète
Andrew Fearn
Andrew Fearn
Programmation
Jason Williamson
Jason Williamson
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Andrew Fearn
Andrew Fearn
Composition
Jason Williamson
Jason Williamson
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Sleaford Mods
Sleaford Mods
Production
Andrew Fearn
Andrew Fearn
Ingénierie de mixage
Matt Colton
Matt Colton
Ingénierie de mastérisation

Paroles

Literally ripping through waga's my hardness, yo shit yaself anti vaxers, so pony, so fucking mid life rabbit chatter All ya non mates chatter after ya, how bleak, you got a face like ain't seen any rain for ages, creek Dead from the waist of space up, chilli chicken ramen and hop ale Dead dear on the road look, I tipped up, that's how it is innit on the high street, when they're eating their hats You wanna put a bit salt in it you jealous twat No drama until he pulled out Big pharma No drama until he pulled out Big pharma No drama No drama until he pulled out Big pharma Squares, shade, flecked wood and tyres go rubber on the road Booooo you dint make it did youuuu, dying for the right cause is the most human thing we can do But I'd rather stay alive and fuck you I got a coffee high and my devices have made me twice as high, everyone stood near the counter I take my chips down the pier oh dear Seagull gangsters everyone at the counters laughing like fuck Seagulls trying to eat my chips the set of cunts Dj joke explainer, cluttered up grim on the roads 6 hours, it's like a blocked artery, a white pudding tapestry, ey? Raw burgers wrapped in rags. No running water. Horroritised, even my dark disregard for anything is now monetised No drama until he pulled out Big pharma No drama until he pulled out Big pharma No drama No drama until he pulled out Big pharma Ya got a Fuckin skinhead for? Slick suit Street wear for, ya a trumpist, he's got a point tho annie, how? How's he got a point? Tell me now, tell me Don't grin into your watch and drink more punk brew, what's the deal with all you tossers fronting dogshit like Freedom for people Yes lads, clicked and shift to new advertising boards, you wanna go mannn I don't wanna go anywhere with you, you just end up feeling so bad, fighting with the remaining members of black flag Fighting behind the curtain like Vladimir putin with a home visit From Gucci trying to put a fitted shirt on, yes lads, anti vaxers, punk ipa and wide leg trousers No drama until he pulled out Big pharma No drama until he pulled out Big pharma No drama No drama until he pulled out Big pharma
Writer(s): Andrew Fearn, Jason Williamson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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