Whoops (Explicit) - Dirty Dike/Jam Baxter/Rag'n'Bone Man

Lyrics by：James Walton/Jacob Lloyd/Rory Graham

Composed by：David Webb

Riding about on my f**king tricycle

Sixteen ice creams in my pocket

Ain't no thing you can do to stop me

Borrowing a quid off your dad

I don't give a flying f**k if you're a violent cunt

I been climbing up these pylons pissed and writing love

I been CS gassed in sheds in front of Simon's mum

Life is fun I've never felt

The need to cry or buy a gun

Most of the time I'm just here for the rinse

All the beer that I've drank

Still feels weird when I think

Will kill fear with a blink

Still chill here with a grin like

Open mouth full of duck skin

Rolling round in my love pit

With my f**k pig

Deep breath on my trumpet

Got Keith Wet on my drum kit

Dumb s**t

It doesn't make sense

What does b***h

I sold drugs in clubs got busted

And now I know a place never gonna trust him

But you love him

Same time you say f**k him he's disgusting

Last man ever put your trust in

There ain't a feminist that ain't discussed him

Like whoopsie daisy who

I don't really wanna get blazed with you

I been blazing away since the 90s

And I got a bit of passive in the 80s too

I got one fake job and the paper chute

I make tunes on the MP baby proof

I got a wonky eye and a lazy tooth

I went YOI but I made it through

Yeah

Feeling like a welfare-fat child glued

To a nuclear warhead soaring

Warm endorphins spewed from

A hole in the forehead soaking the world I walk in

Yep sellin 'em a dream

Never gonna burn out never gonna bleed

We all just hit a new level of malevolence

Neck a little medicine wrestle the machine

I was in a whirlpool reproducing

Find your girl by the speaker puking

In the back room lashed where the beats are moving

It's 11am with my Fenibut

Up late sunrise crew

If you relate we're scum like you

Yeah

I view the events of the day as a series

Of sumptuous slugs I chew

So good luck with your empire 'cuz

I live my life like a exile does

Sleeping around got my ex riled up

I just sat there watching the debt pile up

You couldn't be less like us

I couldn't be more like me

Can't enter my future you weren't on the list

These newborn pawns ain't brought ID

I'mma get waste spend all my P

Your blurred out faces are all I see

Sure my G you keep talking

Just how boring can your life be

That's me the elegant stranger

Wrapped in an illusion of megalomania

I turned up drunk and resented your friends

With the trembling fresh severed head of a traitor

F**k your friends I ain't getting the drinks in

I won't settle the bill and I won't fill up a clear

Oh you ain't having your fill at 8 din-dins

I don't lip sync I don't mime

I will fill up a dance 'cos I put in the graft

No you ain't having half it's all mine

Who's watching

When I pull up a chair put two in the air

It's all slime

I go to bed with a tool

'Cos I ain't been the same since

I took garies at school

So who's betting on the fat kid

With the devil in his eyes and a matchstick

Everyting bless to the quiet kids

'Cos you can't call dribbling a tactic

So go get your lads prick

I been saving this rage for a rainy day

Clouds gone greyer than an ash tip

So let's bury these twats quick

All this waffling gassing

And hollering won't do s**t like a cocked spliff

On the cold s**t

You see that breh with his teeth out just poke it

Everyone's up to their old tricks like no s**t

Praying that I don't see the same old cunts

When I'm walking around in my old bits

I take my tea that golden brown

Hold it up I don't hold it down

I been patiently waiting on your demise

So when the goon squad rise I'll take the crown

Ain't a crown you kissed the rein

Shut the cake hole oh hail the king

You've been around these cunts so long

Set fire to the trees and the woods you're in

Woods you're in woods you're in

You've been around these cunts so long

Set fire to the trees and the woods you're in