I Ain't Got a Clue

Dirty Dike

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    I'm about to phone your mum a cab
    Sober up your slag, don't open up your flange
    Here, smoke a bunch of skag
    Only joking, I'm your dad

    Pulling up on my bicycle
    Chased by the pigs like Nigel
    Brainwashed the kids to buy vinyl
    Pissing in urinals, the cycle of the system of survival

    Fighting off your sister
    Getting primal
    Acting all vaginal
    Trynna whack the titties in my eyeballs

    Seafood hangin' round my neck, what the heck
    Big fish for love and plus a crab for respect
    Proud to present an unannounced special guest
    None less than the stinging nettle sounds of my breath

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    (Yes, yes)
    Stepping like a triple x sex pest, fresh
    Polishing the edges of my crepes
    Bollocks in a festival of stress
    Living off the promises and debts
    Problematic novices of

    Money, trust, drugs, love, debt, sex
    And I ain't got a clue why I live here
    Money, trust, drugs, love, debt
    And I ain't got a clue why I live here
    Money, trust, drugs, love, debt
    And I ain't got a clue why I live here
    Money, trust, drugs, love, debt, sex
    And I ain't got a clue

    Rappers stepping to me, they want to get some
    But most of them should go and eat a hand full of fuckin' shit
    Suck a dick and tick accomplished on your bucket list
    And fist Cliff Richard with a rubber glove and oven mitt

    I miss this, Christmas, oh fuck it hasn't come has it?
    Multiplied the summer by a tonne and fly a truck at it
    Poltergeist are coming by, dungeon for the fuck of it [?]
    I'll fill it up with stolen bikes, drugs, plus some other bits

    I see the fake in your physical shape
    Give me a break, you're lyrically living in shame
    This shit is a game, I'm winning cause I live in it mate
    You ain't committed, more addicted to your minimum wage
    A slippery snake, I slither in a figure of eight
    And take your dame out for dinner, make her sit in the rain [?]
    Think I'm ashamed? Mate I take a piss on the stage
    Simple and plain, I don't know why I live in this place

    Money, trust, drugs, love, debt, sex
    And I ain't got a clue why I live here
    Money, trust, drugs, love, debt
    And I ain't got a clue why I live here
    Money, trust, drugs, love, debt
    And I ain't got a clue why I live here
    Money, trust, drugs, love, debt, sex
    And I ain't got a clue

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    Composición: Joe Corfield

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