Print

One, one, one Snow pants off waist Got me off my face, all brown, no chase Send me West every time you undress But I gotta switch ways Sixth gear, switch lanes, no gear, left awake Life colour and grade Just colour me grey Runnin' through white, you run in my brain Chillin' on the estate Hot water got cut off in my place Nitty front of the shops Boy phone switched off and you know they can't wait Sony Ericsson rings See blue lights, see colour of skin Seen so much death Fountain of life spills over the brim Dirty room one, five-day pass, 3210 Drag my name through the mud Skid 'round the cornеr and run Dirty room one, five-day pass, 3210 Drag my name through thе mud Skid 'round the corner and run Dirty room one, five-day pass, 321 Letras de cancionesDrag my name through the mud Skid 'round the corner and run Still don't feel none, this pill is a dud Now I'm on the ground gettin' up Smoke outside, buzzin' my nut Christened by street lights Feds dig in my Levis B run in my family (Yeah) Still hang around B-Lines (Yeah) Residue on pink notes City of no hopers, why we don't vote Snow bunnies in snow Don't need no convo, cuttin' off phones Fight with the cab driver, now I gotta take night bus home Fell asleep, woke up at the bus depot so no I just stroll Run away and elope while I try put diamonds in your earlobes Meantime smokin' area who got another spare smoke? Dirty room one, five-day pass, 3210 Drag my name through the mud Skid 'round the corner and run Dirty room one, five-day pass, 3210 Drag my name through the mud Skid 'round the corner and run Dirty room one, five-day pass, 321 Drag my name through the mud Skid 'round the corner and run Still don't feel none, this pill is a dud Now I'm on the ground gettin' up Smoke outside, buzzin' my nut Palms sweaty (Yeah) Rub my hands on my jeans Go do another half Swear I did half already Bouncers act like they're feds Strip search don't make no sense Got my face on the curb Magic bean taste like cement Just got over that chuck rush While I watch the sun come up Caught me red-handed Red-handed, bag undone Kill for a bottle of Volvic Sweat in the queue for the cloakroom Shit, the Stoney ain't in there Fuckers probably stole it, shit Dirty room one, five-day pass, 321 All I wanna do is to run Between my finger and thumb I don't feel none, pill is a dud On the ground gettin' up I'm buzzin' Fresh pack of drum Go swirl in my lungs Stepped in the bookies Down on my luck Mitsubishi logo all that's pickin' me up From Letras Mania