Lyrics FAKE ID - Rat Boy

FAKE ID

I tried getting past the bouncer, but I couldn’t get through
He said 'Hold it there mate, well this isn’t you'
'It's not a fake ID, it’s just not mine'
'Well, I’m taking this off you son — identity theft, that’s a crime'
So I’m standing on the street, got no one else to meet
I’m bored and I’m alone so I start to walk home
Regrettable decision and slightly blurred vision
Turned down this alley and this young man grabbed me
He said «Hand over the money, this ain’t funny
What’s this, are you taking the piss?
Where’s your iPhone 6?
I ain’t stealing this shit
Come here, bitch»
I start to reflect and think, my heart does sink
My eyes too swollen to blink, I need another drink
That now I can’t afford
Because they just ran away with last week’s pay
Today it weren’t a good day, barking from the dogs
Now I’m thinking I just got robbed
How unfair, I don’t care, it’s a rare situation
This nation owes me a bit of compensation
Living out of JD bags, smoking broken fags
Badman slags, first time shags
Tags on the wall, tryna act cool
Remember when I got kicked out of the classroom at school
Hated GCSEs, was shit at PE
Us against them, just you and me
Now they’ve got pig fat injected to their six pack
What’s up with that?
They look a right twat