Lil Scotty
Works at the yard
Curls bars
At the gym
And he flirts
Real hard
With the girls
Like
Thinks himself
A view, from the
Bird's Eye
Gets fours
Out they shorts
So fast
Loves lighting up
The lash
With the lads
Beating on his chest
Never feeling
Underdressed
When he's smashed
On the cans
Cause he's been
Under stress
This a flash
In the pan
And he's
Letting hair down
Getting his gags
When he can
A third party
Of partygoers
They pull up
The passenger
Pops open
A popular bloke
With good luck
Now
Scotty know this guy
Yeah, they used to
Get on
Went wrong
When he hit
His ex
And said she was
A good f*ck
Scotty hide
Inside the bush
Until the music cut
Dreams of
Bruising cunts, and
Shooting cunts up
The guy
He don't like
Goes to get into
His Uber
But Scotty goes
And
Picks a branch up
Now he's
In a cell
For a year
But at least
He can say
He's harder!
Not a single
Voice in his head
Tells him
"Scotty bro
You gotta be
Smarter"
Each man
For himself
Round here
No we don't even
Need each other
Running from himself
In his head
It was never
Life or Death
Tell me if
You got
A better life?
Little Holly
Misses her dad
Shouts at her mum
And she gets
Real mad
Foulest of tongues
And the teachers
React; say
"You're held
In at lunch"
So she
Reach for her bag
Whack!
A hardcover book
Every student
Getting a smack
Don't even know
The number
Cause she be
Stupid at maths
Well
That's what
The teacher said
Meeting rent
For her mum
On her own
It's a mission
Opens her phone
To the photos
Of infant little Holly
When she was
Sweet
When she was
Riding down the street
When she
Liked to be alive
But now it's
Crying in her sleep
Where's Scotty?
As a father
He'd be more use
As a mother-f*cking
Dead body
Got another six
Added to his
Sentence
Cause he had to
Swing dicks
With the screws
In the lobby
Sitting in a cell
For a year
But at least
He can say
He's harder
Nothing going round
Round in his head
But the fact
That he
Made himself
A martyr
Each man
To himself
Round there
Now he can't
Even be
A f*cking father
Holding images
Of Holly
In his head
But if he blinks
Then she looks like
Her mother
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Lil Scotty
Works at the yard
Curls bars
At the gym
And he flirts
Real hard
With the girls
Like
Thinks himself
A view, from the
Bird's Eye
Gets fours
Out they shorts
So fast
Loves lighting up
The lash
With the lads
Beating on his chest
Never feeling
Underdressed
When he's smashed
On the cans
Cause he's been
Under stress
This a flash
In the pan
And he's
Letting hair down
Getting his gags
When he can
A third party
Of partygoers
They pull up
The passenger
Pops open
A popular bloke
With good luck
Now
Scotty know this guy
Yeah, they used to
Get on
Went wrong
When he hit
His ex
And said she was
A good f*ck
Scotty hide
Inside the bush
Until the music cut
Dreams of
Bruising cunts, and
Shooting cunts up
The guy
He don't like
Goes to get into
His Uber
But Scotty goes
And
Picks a branch up
Now he's
In a cell
For a year
But at least
He can say
He's harder!
Not a single
Voice in his head
Tells him
"Scotty bro
You gotta be
Smarter"
Each man
For himself
Round here
No we don't even
Need each other
Running from himself
In his head
It was never
Life or Death
Tell me if
You got
A better life?
Little Holly
Misses her dad
Shouts at her mum
And she gets
Real mad
Foulest of tongues
And the teachers
React; say
"You're held
In at lunch"
So she
Reach for her bag
Whack!
A hardcover book
Every student
Getting a smack
Don't even know
The number
Cause she be
Stupid at maths
Well
That's what
The teacher said
Meeting rent
For her mum
On her own
It's a mission
Opens her phone
To the photos
Of infant little Holly
When she was
Sweet
When she was
Riding down the street
When she
Liked to be alive
But now it's
Crying in her sleep
Where's Scotty?
As a father
He'd be more use
As a mother-f*cking
Dead body
Got another six
Added to his
Sentence
Cause he had to
Swing dicks
With the screws
In the lobby
Sitting in a cell
For a year
But at least
He can say
He's harder
Nothing going round
Round in his head
But the fact
That he
Made himself
A martyr
Each man
To himself
Round there
Now he can't
Even be
A f*cking father
Holding images
Of Holly
In his head
But if he blinks
Then she looks like
Her mother
Works at the yard
Curls bars
At the gym
And he flirts
Real hard
With the girls
Like
Thinks himself
A view, from the
Bird's Eye
Gets fours
Out they shorts
So fast
Loves lighting up
The lash
With the lads
Beating on his chest
Never feeling
Underdressed
When he's smashed
On the cans
Cause he's been
Under stress
This a flash
In the pan
And he's
Letting hair down
Getting his gags
When he can
A third party
Of partygoers
They pull up
The passenger
Pops open
A popular bloke
With good luck
Now
Scotty know this guy
Yeah, they used to
Get on
Went wrong
When he hit
His ex
And said she was
A good f*ck
Scotty hide
Inside the bush
Until the music cut
Dreams of
Bruising cunts, and
Shooting cunts up
The guy
He don't like
Goes to get into
His Uber
But Scotty goes
And
Picks a branch up
Now he's
In a cell
For a year
But at least
He can say
He's harder!
Not a single
Voice in his head
Tells him
"Scotty bro
You gotta be
Smarter"
Each man
For himself
Round here
No we don't even
Need each other
Running from himself
In his head
It was never
Life or Death
Tell me if
You got
A better life?
Little Holly
Misses her dad
Shouts at her mum
And she gets
Real mad
Foulest of tongues
And the teachers
React; say
"You're held
In at lunch"
So she
Reach for her bag
Whack!
A hardcover book
Every student
Getting a smack
Don't even know
The number
Cause she be
Stupid at maths
Well
That's what
The teacher said
Meeting rent
For her mum
On her own
It's a mission
Opens her phone
To the photos
Of infant little Holly
When she was
Sweet
When she was
Riding down the street
When she
Liked to be alive
But now it's
Crying in her sleep
Where's Scotty?
As a father
He'd be more use
As a mother-f*cking
Dead body
Got another six
Added to his
Sentence
Cause he had to
Swing dicks
With the screws
In the lobby
Sitting in a cell
For a year
But at least
He can say
He's harder
Nothing going round
Round in his head
But the fact
That he
Made himself
A martyr
Each man
To himself
Round there
Now he can't
Even be
A f*cking father
Holding images
Of Holly
In his head
But if he blinks
Then she looks like
Her mother
Writer: Nathaniel Adams, Alexander Chernev
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