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Drink slow to feed the nose

You know he likes to get blown

Has he got enough money to spend?

Leave? No. He s to and fro

He doesn t like it when the girls go

Has he got enough money to spend?

It s going off cause they re not gonna let him in

2 and a half, the boy is rushing out his skin

He s got his charm with the girls that are smoking

He takes her arm, jumps the bar and now he s in

Drink slow to feed the nose

You know he likes to get blown

Has he got enough money to spend?

Leave? No. He s to and fro

He doesn t like it when the girls go

Has he got enough money to spend?

A broken half a glass has opened up his chin

He thinks he s hard, a powdered mouth that tastes of gin

He s just been barred for that blues he was smoking

And then he barks: it s my car I m sleeping in

Tabs with unlimited 0 s

New clothes

Bloody nose

Powders and walking back home

Has he got enough weed?

No

Broken phone

Retching on the floor alone

I can t believe that we re talking about him

I m searching you mate, your jaw s all over the place

Can t talk, a quick slap in the face

Yes I threw a nut but your friend s a case

Why you singling him out? Is it because of his race?

Look, the dog won t bark if you don t lark about

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