Scorching Again

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    Sick of all these young fellas, acting like birds
    Bunch of fuckin' lick arses, now its absurd
    What happened to the shootings and stabbings at night?
    These days kids now are too afraid to fight
    Afraid of their life, to have a fuckin' knock
    Afraid of their life, to sell a bit of rock
    Afraid of their life, to represent the block
    Afraid of their life, to take a couple shots
    Fuck that
    Outburst pal, we had a change of heart
    Ripped all our Gucci apart, ripped our Versace apart
    Brand new start
    Were going back to scaldy, going back to toe rag
    Yeah, yous will all see, but you didn't know that
    On a stolen bike pal, with a fucking low kaf
    Floatin' around, scopin' out a couple hoes baps

    Let's make, this place, Dublin
    Scorchin' again
    Let's make, this place, Dublin
    Scorchin' again

    We're going back to Air Max, going back to Reebok
    No more Gucci tops, lookin' like a peacock
    Hit me up at Depop
    Sellin' every wardrobe, free of charge
    Size range medium to large, no cash or cards
    We call them pigs, don't call them Gards
    We call them rats, cunts think they're hard
    Kids these days need to clean up they're acts
    Instead of lookin' for likes, should be lookin' for stacks
    Lookin' for harmless victims to attack
    Too many kids concerned how they look
    Get back to the nineties, people getting fucked
    Drinking cans, wearing hand me down trackies
    Fake rings on they're hands, fake brands no tan
    Nowadays, fake tan, real brands, supposed to be boys
    I don't understand, just be a fucking man

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    Let's make, this place, Dublin
    Scorchin' again
    Let's make, this place, Dublin
    Scorchin' again
    Let's make, this place, Dublin
    Scorchin' again
    Let's make, this place, Dublin
    Scorchin' again

    Too many restaurants, fuck all chippers
    Fuck all scumbags, too many hipsters
    Too many pictures, slaughtered with filters
    Fuck all blokes, working jobs as builders
    When did Dublin get so bad?
    It's too long since I've got stabbed
    I just want to get sliced up, and thrown in the back of a van
    Where the fuck are all the scumbags?
    Where the fuck are all the dumb spas?
    Everybody's being all sound and nice
    And you know that's making me sad
    The typical young fella looks like this
    Teeth white, in fake tan and a quiff
    Where shit tops that don't even fit
    Looks like a wanker, talks like a prick
    I haven't seen a ronnie in about three year
    About three year, I haven't seen a ronnie
    A joint in the polly, or the bag of the bobby
    Why is everyone wrapping up and using the johnnies, nope
    We can't have this, this can't go on
    Were losing Dublin, the size of me shlong

    Where's all the gats at? Where's all the bags at?
    Hugo Boss caps, and moths with fake baps
    Where's your ronnie at? Where's your ronnie at?
    Where's your ronnie at? Where's your ronnie at?
    Where's your ronnie at? Someone stab me
    Where's the shootings? Stop being faggots and cause a nuisance
    This the movement, I'm out of here time to rob a Spanish student

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    Composición: Eskimo Supreme y Casper Walsh

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