Skibb

I never said it was a good idea
Just didn't care if it was a bad one
I tried humouring you, tried fitting in
But it was ill fitting, clear bullshitting

Now I'm back to my old ways
Strung out, I haven't slept for days

Smoking joints in Skibbereen
Yeah those lot love their green
Necking dark in the park for hours
Can't be seen, oh the guards can't see me

Now I'm back to my old ways
Strung out, I haven't slept for days

And now I'm smashing out 8 balls like
Like they're going outta fashion
And i'm pulling you all in
With my uncompromised passion

Fill your nose, blow your throat up
Fill your lungs until you choke up all the good stuff

Copper's stop coming in my dreams
Seems like they're a constant theme
Well don't you know I've got a gun on me
I'll blast your face to smithereens

Ain't no rest for the wicked
But the wickeds having a rest now
So walk away, don't say shit
Don't care if you're happy now

Play with the wolf
Get your hand ripped off, big time player call yourself
Brick top, I have good days
And some bad and this one surely
Feels like the latter
It feels like the latter

Clog your nose, blow your throat up
Fill your lungs until you choke up all the good stuff

Copper's stop coming in my dreams
Seems like they're a constant theme
Well don't you know I've got a gun on me
I'll blast your face to smithereens

I said I'm gonna blast your face off cunt