Below Average

[Intro: Sample]

Ladies and gentlemen

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[Verse 1: Sesta]

I'm a fuck up, but shut up, so you can't tell

Without spellcheck put on I can't spell

I miss calls, don't call back

I miss flights, I'm uptight, like zipties

And buy my pepties from the bombers

Got locked into a phone scam so bad

The repayments that I make had their own plan

Man at least my music don't sound like a coke-head

Well maybe that's why you're fuckin' broke (man)

I rocked up to the drug bust and figured I would get off

'spose I wasn't drugged but was a little drunk (awh)

Please sir step out of the vehicle

I'm sorry officer right now that is difficult

I'll throw a caution to the wind like I'm Magic Johnson's Johnson

But never got better, got hot, left on the hot sweater

If there's a bigger fuck up I have not met 'em

[Chorus: Sesta]

See I am a fuck up

I am a fuck up

See I am a let down

I am a let down

See I'm below average

I'm below average

See I'm below average

I'm below average

See I'm below average

[Verse 2: Trials]

And this recording, used to be a klepto

Now I'm taking something for it

I'm hopeless, both hands deep in explosives

So when I check in I reckon, they can't smell the resin

Deep on my breathe and leavin' 'em guessin

How many planks I got left in a full deck and

Not many cards left in a full deck

They call me a fuck up, I call bullshit

Called in sick, didn't give them the truth

Rolled a long spliff like a didgeridoo

Don't think I got a lot to lose friend

If you're off your head then I'm off the roof, man

I smoke weed to Wu-Tang

Enjoy it, employment, and gettin' the balls like clairvoyance

A dickhead done proper

I just wanna make ends meet like Magnotta, said

[Chorus: Sesta]

See I am a fuck up

I am a fuck up

See I am a let down

I am a let down

See I'm below average

I'm below average

See I'm below average

I'm below average

[Post-Chorus: Sesta]

I don't know if I was born this way

But it's too late to change, fuck you

And if you fuck with me

Well then I'll punch you in the face

[Verse 3: Hons]

I'm a dropkick deadbeat, no-one to envy

Still the same old Hons, just dropped the Sketchy

Part from my name, but the artist the same

My bank balance still lookin' like it's damn Rent Week

Deadbeat Hero like a Stanhope special

Hoping I was a stand up guy if I met you

But if I was though probably hit the Bottle-O

Sometimes can't hold my liquor, like the bottle broke

(Go home Hons you're drunk)

Nah that's no fun, unless I go beat up my printer [?]

Now I'm in a cab legless

Tryna do a runner at the other end but my hands can't jump fences

Idiot, sometimes dumb as Billy Madison

Tryna give a speech to incoherent ramblin'

You are all now dumber for listenin'

Back to the chorus now, let me hear ya sing

[Chorus: Sesta]

See I am a fuck up

I am a fuck up

See I am a let down

I am a let down

See I'm below average

I'm below average

See I'm below average

I'm below average

(Oh, yeah) See I'm below average

See I'm below average