[Verse 1]
Don't know if I'm on a high or a skid
And I feel like the king of a pile of shit
All the haze and mist
Got my brain all twisted, laying in the skip
And I feel like the guy sometimes
Or I feel like the runt in the litter in your eyes
Feel like I got it worked out
Or I feel like a cigarette stain on life
London city on edge
Step over nittys on the park bench, don't expect less
I just wanna offend everyone I don't like
Maybe can impress all the rest
C.P. jacket in green
Danking of green in the queue for the cash machine
Feel like I'm fightin' machines
And waring with ghosts that I can't ever see
[Chorus]
Scumbag in my DNA
Buying weed with EMA
Got some wrongs that I should write
But today is not the day
Scumbag in my DNA
Buying weed with EMA
Got some wrongs that I should write
But today is not the day
[Post-Chorus]
Who thought things would end like this?
Who thought things would end like this?
[Verse 2]
Said you such a little shit
Got hit by a brick and my forehead split
Domino's moped car park skid
Sat in the car park, smoking a spliff
So high, didn't know where I was
Used to roam in the street until I got lost
Throwing rocks as the cars zing past
Smash someone's window then we all laugh
Yeah, then we all dart
Sitting in the stairwell, sorry if you gotta walk past
Throwing pounds at the brick till I run out
Or mum calls saying that I gotta come now
Oh, to be young
And not give a shit about anything unless it's about us
Bruises and cuts, McDees lunch
Out here back of the bus, uh
[Chorus]
Scumbag in my DNA
Buying weed with EMA
Got some wrongs that I should write
But today is not the day
Scumbag in my DNA
Buying weed with EMA
Got some wrongs that I should write
But today is not the day
[Post-Chorus]
Who thought things would end like this?
Who thought things would end like this?
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