[Intro]
(Feng, Feng, Feng)
[Verse]
Everything is pointless
Upping the score, but I don't care what the points says
I can fuck your bitch, but I don't know what the point is
I ain't makin' music, I'm just makin' noises
Hoppin' out of Royces
You could do the same if you made the right choices
Better pick your poison
Chelsea or its Croydon
'Gyaldem and the 'boydem
Just fuck it, thought I'd join in
Then you get some little kids and you can't avoid them
All this flyin' past your head, duckin' like its Hoisin
Early mother bank accounts, only putting coins in
Your mother's bank account is empty?
Damn, that's disappointing
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