| 'Cause I can’t be doing with your crap anymore
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| So why don’t you give me my lighter back and then trap?
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| 'Cause I can’t be doing with your crap anymore
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| So why don’t you give me my lighter back and then trap?
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| You walk in the door packed pockets
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| Guess what, geez
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| Say you’ve had it but now you’ve lost it again
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| You’ve forgotten to bring your wallet
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| But fair play I buy yous a brandy and coke safe
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| I always do anything for my mates, go sit down, I’ll bring it over
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| 'Cause I’m no way that you always seem to avoid paying
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| But your blag, blag, blag gets seen, seen, seen
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| And how many missed calls have I got to take
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| Before you get some credit and call me for a change
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| Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
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| 'Cause I can’t be doing with your crap anymore
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| So why don’t you give me my lighter back and then trap?
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| 'Cause I can’t be doing with your crap anymore
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| So why don’t you give me my lighter back and then trap?
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| Oi, then after I top non, one, two, one, I notice you’ve gone
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| And I’m sat staring into space lookin' like a Billy
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| No mates on his Todd
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| My favorite lighter seems to have done one
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| 'Cause it was here when you were here
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| And now it’s gone, now you’re gone
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| I mean just 'cause I bought you a drink
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| I’m not trying to tie you to the seat
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| I don’t give to receive but you seem to live to receive
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| So I end up chatting to Andy, talking about his fucking grief
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| With the nub you gave me for twos
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| 'Cause I can’t be doing with your crap anymore
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| So why don’t you give me my lighter back and then trap?
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| 'Cause I can’t be doing with your crap anymore
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| So why don’t you give me my lighter back and then trap?
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| Half hour on I’m makin' my way to the bog
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| Say aye to him, nod to the corner, say safe to you one
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| How walk past the bar where you’re at
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| You’ve blatantly bought her a jar
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| With the money you said you didn’t have
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| I walk past but I wanna lose my rag then I do my business
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| And as I’ve come out the bog your girlfriend walks in
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| Sees you drinkin' with next girl and tips the drink over your head
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| And if you ask me, it serves you fuckin' right
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| You have to hold it down
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| 'Cause I can’t be doing with your crap anymore
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| So why don’t you give me my lighter back and then trap?
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| 'Cause I can’t be doing with your crap anymore
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| So why don’t you give me my lighter back and then trap?
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| 'Cause I can’t be doing with your crap anymore
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| So why don’t you give me my lighter back and then trap?
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| 'Cause I can’t be doing with your crap anymore
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| So why don’t you give me my lighter back and then trap? |