I Ain't Got a Clue

I'm about to phone your mum a cab

Sober up your slag, don't open up your flange

Here, smoke a bunch of skag

Only joking, I'm your dad

Pulling up on my bicycle

Chased by the pigs like Nigel

Brainwashed the kids to buy vinyl

Pissing in urinals, the cycle of the system of survival

Fighting off your sister

Getting primal

Acting all vaginal

Trynna whack the titties in my eyeballs

Seafood hangin' round my neck, what the heck

Big fish for love and plus a crab for respect

Proud to present an unannounced special guest

None less than the stinging nettle sounds of my breath

(Yes yes!)

Stepping like a triple x sex pest, fresh

Polishing the edges of my crepes

Bollocks in a festival of stress

Living off the promises and debts

Problematic novices of.

Money, Trust, Drugs, Love, Debt, Sex

And I ain't got a clue why I live here

Money, Trust, Drugs, Love, Debt

And I ain't got a clue why I live here

Money, Trust, Drugs, Love, Debt

And I ain't got a clue why I live here

Money, Trust, Drugs, Love, Debt, Sex

And I ain't got a clue

Rappers stepping to me, they want to get some

But most of them should go and eat a hand full of fuckin' shit

Suck a dick and tick accomplished on your bucket list

And fist Cliff Richard with a rubber glove and oven mitt

I miss this, Christmas, oh fuck it hasn't come has it?

Multiplied the summer by a tonne and fly a truck at it

Poltergeist are coming by, dungeon for the fuck of it [?]

I'll fill it up with stolen bikes, drugs, plus some other bits

I see the fake in your physical shape

Give me a break, you're lyrically living in shame

This shit is a game, I'm winning cause I live in it mate

You ain't committed, more addicted to your minimum wage

A slippery snake, I slither in a figure of eight

And take your dame out for dinner, make her sit in the rain [?]