She don’t wanna show me love

And I don’t wanna make no fuss

All she wanna do is fuck

All she wanna do is drugs

What's your goal

To get off the dole

I'm sick of selling my soul

I wanna sell this music x2

Wrap my weed in a dole receipt

Bring to my missus to smoke with me

Just help me focus please

My vocals squeeze

Now how am I supposed to breathe?

When there's bills and shades

approaching me, A Limerick man with Sosa dreams no coca scenes just me my missus, paddy and loads of weed

Potions with lotions were potent beings

One more baby hit please, I burn

Jesus Christ if I’ve to hear another word

Somehow got the Oxford, lookin for the blurb

Next time use less similes and verbs

Cause dummy bitches get curved anyway, everyday, never pay no mind not attention to the games they play

Say it ain’t so, missus wrecked off the benzos

She’s drooling on her dress, I digress, she’s a queen

I'm easy peasy, lemon squeezy, sleazy

Don’t please me, tease me, had my fill today

I’m leaving, leaving, via bedroom ceiling, Scotty beam me, beam me, don’t know what to say

And me, my team on a late night dream, one more booze up for a late night feen

We cruise up to the odd fellows function,

We bruise up every fella at the luncheon

We don’t want no trouble at the party

We just wanna see double, what we’re charging

She don’t want no cuddles, she’s a bad bitch

Ye don’t want to muddle, don’t be starting

​​Broke so many bones way too much for a lifetime running outta lifelines I gotta figure out myself cus the people around keep telling me to change gotta get my mind right outa sight by myself or are they blind everyone to his own maybe i'm really better off when alone she don’t ever wanna talk not even on the phone bout us bout life bout shit to make right tryna be myself even that she don’t like

She don’t asks how’s me am I good all fine not cool fuck you

What's your goal

To get off the dole

I'm sick of selling my soul

I wanna sell this music x2