Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song SPORTSWEAR , by - Rat Boy. Song from the album SCUM, in the genre ИндиRelease date: 10.08.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Parlophone
Song language: English
SPORTSWEAR |
| Well, I’ve got a funny feeling in my stomach |
| But that don’t matter cause me and you are always into something |
| Whether it be riding, walking home drenched in the freezing cold |
| Or entering a town where the postboxes now say sold |
| Ooh |
| Ahh |
| Ooh |
| Ahh |
| Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop? |
| I won’t stop it |
| Hand me your car keys, I’ll try and unlock it |
| Sitting in the backseat with that worn-out interior |
| Blatantly looked down on by all our superiors |
| Ed Hardy jeans, with broken dreams |
| Stitched in between the seams |
| That boy in a bivvy looks about 13 |
| Trying to sell sticks claimed to be weed |
| Laugh out loud for you and your wannabe crew |
| In your bodywarmer Nike and bad attitude |
| I’m not being rude but you’ve already got babies with two different ladies |
| How do you want to be viewed? |
| And while you’re out getting screwed, stewed and tattooed she’s on her own |
| Trying to get your baby some food |
| Ed Hardy jeans, with broken dreams |
| Stitched in between the seams |
| That boy in a bivvy looks about 13 |
| Trying to sell sticks claimed to be weed |
| Live in sportswear |
| But they never go running |
| Staying in, always bunning |
| Watching porn, brain-numbing |
| Lack of motherly loving from a young age |
| As they can clearly say |
| They never got nothing from anyone |
| Cliché |
| I’m sitting on the curb while my mate’s rolling a fag |
| I’m fucking hurting, so bored |
| Ed Hardy jeans, with broken dreams |
| Stitched in between the seams |
| That boy in a bivvy looks about 13 |
| Trying to sell sticks claimed to be weed |
| I’ve got enough money in my pocket, and you ain’t, yeah |