SPORTSWEAR

I've got a funny feeling in my stomach But that don't matter because me and you are always into something Whether it be riding, walking home drenched in the freezing cold Or entering town where the postboxes now say sold Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop I won't stop it Hand me your car keys I'll try unlock it Sitting on the backseat of that worn out interior Blatantly looked down on by all our superiors Ed Hardy jeans with broken dreams stitched in between the seams And that boy in a bivvy looks about 13 trying to sell sticks claimed to be weed Laugh right out loud for you and your wannabe crew In your body warmer Nike bad attitude I'm not being rude but you've already got babies with two different ladies How do you want to be viewed? And while you're out getting screwed stewed tattooed She's on her own tryna get your baby some food Ed Hardy jeans with broken dreams stitched in between the seams Rat boy in a bivvy looks about 13 trying to sell sticks claimed to be weed They live in sportswear but they never go running Staying in always bunning Watching porn brain numbing Lack of motherly loving from a young age as they can clearly say They've never got nothing from anyone Clichè I'm sitting on my curb while my mate's rolling a fag Ed Hardy jeans with broken dreams stitched in between the seams Rat boy in a bivvy looks about 13 trying to sell sticks claimed to be weed