Letras
Ooooosh sounds dope
Yea bro sounds dope
Yea
It's dedicated to
Check
Yea
It's dedicated to all the artists who struggling
Through the hardship and punishment
From the heart for the love of it
It's motivated by all they partners who stuck with them
And help them pick it up again when they were thinking fuck it then
It's been inspired by all the marvellous mothers and all the fatherless
Troublesome broken bastards that bum off them
It's for the hustlers scabbing off of the government
Wandering in the street playing cricket with the rubh bin
It's for the lonely nerd rolling herb on his broken turntable
That he mixes beats on that no one's heard
It's for the bony bird spitting spoken word blowing dough on phony fur
Rocking headphones that only work in one side
For the unsigned drunk guy who never let the funk die
Working like he's done by
(hard)
It's for the Sheila with the bung eye
And too much pride to let her son see his mum cry
(real)
It's for the has beens who had dreams
The fuck ups and crack fiends
The drop outs and drag queens
It's for the last kid picked
The first picked on
The one they laugh at
Opposite from a sitcom
It's for the fat kid
The misfit rat kid
The lipstick black chick that no one ever sat with
Dirt broke brat kid that never really had shit
Rat back scab eating noodles out the packet
It's dedicated to the skater kids chucking rocks
Taggers cutting locks
Stoners huffing ogs
Fuck the cops and the rugby jocks
Fuck my boss and the goodie goodie prefects sucking cocks
For the fellas that I sit up in detention with and anyone that's
Ever had their name up on the attendance list
It's for every kid that ever thought of ending it
And every piss poor bum living on a benefit
This one goes out