Offy

Rolling around face on the floor
Wine covered hands staining the door
Kicked out the pub for my fake id
Kicked out the house cos my mate had a whitey

Now its cold and wet and were sat in a park
There's fuck all to do and its getting dark
The weather is wank and I'm in a bad mood
Haven't eaten for hours and we've run out of booze

Back to the offy for a restock
Guess the shopkeeper doesn't like my small talk
Tripping up on my own two feet
Ran out of money so we can't eat

Now its cold and wet and were sat in a park
There's fuck all to do and its getting dark
The weather is wank and I'm in a bad mood
Haven't eaten for hours and we've run out of booze

Now its cold and wet and were sat in a park
There's fuck all to do and its getting dark
The weather is wank and I'm in a bad mood
Haven't eaten for hours and we've run out of booze

Yeah 8



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Writer(s): Joe Blair, Ollie Clarke, Elias Brewin
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