Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Scorching Again, artist - Versatile. Date of issue: 31.10.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Scorching Again |
| Sick of all these young fellas, acting like birds |
| Bunch of fuckin' lick arses, now its absurd |
| What happened to the shootings and stabbings at night? |
| These days kids now are too afraid to fight |
| Afraid of their life, to have a fuckin' knock |
| Afraid of their life, to sell a bit of rock |
| Afraid of their life, to represent the block |
| Afraid of their life, to take a couple shots |
| Fuck that |
| Outburst pal, we had a change of heart |
| Ripped all our Gucci apart, ripped our Versace apart |
| Brand new start |
| Were going back to scaldy, going back to toe rag |
| Yeah, yous will all see, but you didn’t know that |
| On a stolen bike pal, with a fucking low kaf |
| Floatin' around, scopin' out a couple hoes baps |
| Let’s make, this place, Dublin |
| Scorchin' again |
| Let’s make, this place, Dublin |
| Scorchin' again |
| We’re going back to Air Max, going back to Reebok |
| No more Gucci tops, lookin' like a peacock |
| Hit me up at Depop |
| Sellin' every wardrobe, free of charge |
| Size range medium to large, no cash or cards |
| We call them pigs, don’t call them Gards |
| We call them rats, cunts think they’re hard |
| Kids these days need to clean up they’re acts |
| Instead of lookin' for likes, should be lookin' for stacks |
| Lookin' for harmless victims to attack |
| Too many kids concerned how they look |
| Get back to the nineties, people getting fucked |
| Drinking cans, wearing hand me down trackies |
| Fake rings on they’re hands, fake brands no tan |
| Nowadays, fake tan, real brands, supposed to be boys |
| I don’t understand, just be a fucking man |
| Let’s make, this place, Dublin |
| Scorchin' again |
| Let’s make, this place, Dublin |
| Scorchin' again |
| Let’s make, this place, Dublin |
| Scorchin' again |
| Let’s make, this place, Dublin |
| Scorchin' again |
| Too many restaurants, fuck all chippers |
| Fuck all scumbags, too many hipsters |
| Too many pictures, slaughtered with filters |
| Fuck all blokes, working jobs as builders |
| When did Dublin get so bad? |
| It’s too long since I’ve got stabbed |
| I just want to get sliced up, and thrown in the back of a van |
| Where the fuck are all the scumbags? |
| Where the fuck are all the dumb spas? |
| Everybody’s being all sound and nice |
| And you know that’s making me sad |
| The typical youngfella looks like this |
| Teeth white, in fake tan and a quiff |
| Where shit tops that don’t even fit |
| Looks like a wanker, talks like a prick |
| I haven’t seen a ronnie in about three year |
| About three year, I haven’t seen a ronnie |
| A joint in the polly, or the bag of the bobby |
| Why is everyone wrapping up and using the johnnies, nope |
| We can’t have this, this can’t go on |
| Were losing Dublin, the size of me shlong |
| Wheres all the gats at? |
| Wheres all the bags at? |
| Hugo Boss caps, and moths with fake baps |
| Wheres your ronnie at? |
| Wheres your ronnie at? |
| Wheres your ronnie at? |
| Wheres your ronnie at? |
| Wheres your ronnie at? |
| Someone stab me |
| Wheres the shootings? |
| Stop being faggots and cause a nuisance |
| This the movement, I’m out of here time to rob a Spanish student |