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[Verse 1: Context] I swear I'm living in the loudest flat Sirens all fucking night, feeling like I'm about to snap To top it off, yeah these knobheads are announcing that They just raised the rates by 10%, yeah, on my council tax Fuck's sake! Hungry and my fridge is empty Head in hands, reading letters debt collectors sent me Right now, I've got the worst case of life envy My mate's got a crack habit, frankly it's starting to tempt me Yeah, and yeah my landlord's being a piss taker Rats in the flat, he's like "fuck it, I'll get it fixed later" (dick!) Mate, I'm forking out a cuntload to live here You dick taster, bell a major, sign me, need some quick paper Yeah, this city puts you through your paces Broke lads in Ladbrokes with tenners wasted on the races New shoes, pissing rain, mud all on my laces "Till we die gracefully, elegantly wasted" [Hook: Goldie (Sampled)] Inner city life Inner city pressure Inner city life Inner city pressure [Verse 2: Context] I'm feeling powerless despite my stature Pissed off at everything, just smashed my Laptop cause it asked me to enter a captcha Where's my rapture, huh? They're cutting benefits But still afford a museum, yeah, for that twat Margaret Thatcher Piss takers, an authentic gimmick Got a parking ticket, I only popped in for like two minutes How can you sleep at night? So now I'm fucking livid Blind rage, inner city living, Day of the Triffids Yeah, yeah I'm wishing for an old me Conned by a deceit that life sold me Put on Timeless by Goldie, this is a bad State of mind, a sea of tears, I need an angel to hold me Now I don't want my Mrs out alone at night so hurry back She asked me why I'm worried 'bout that Cause a girl just got raped here in the alleyway that leads up to our flat, how fucked up is that? [Hook] [Verse 3: Context] Yeah, I'm tryna be an average lad Dreaming I can turn my stanzas into grands Instead I dick about, just hammering grams With my mates, why not at the level my salary stands? Yeah, my mate bossing eight year as a lawyer I've got blind vision, I can't brush off a la Goya Shopkeepers know what I'm on though White face, king skins and Tangfastic Haribo Single mums with prams and Aldi bags Supercola in the presence of some rowdy lads What you looking at, huh? Yeah allow me fam Got some rings that crack your eye sockets, think about it man But please believe it's peak season And maybe I can still make it even Though I haven't shown my full hand cause There's 52 cards in a deck for a decent reason [Hook]
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