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This is for the hopeless, the homeless, the brokest, the dopest,
The smokers, the jokers on opiates and coke it’s,
Your choice, I won’t judge you tonight,
Cos I’m paraletic, I ain’t looking to lose a fight,
So put your hands up if you’re not to drunk to stand up,
If you bombing up the toilets put your man up,
And put your can up spray it in the air mate,
Check out my man, fuck its all going pear shaped,
They call me Suff when I’m drunk they call me fuck off,
Head under the bar trying to drink the run off,
I’m a one of a kind; I’ll rhyme till I’m cut off,
Or just to fucking blind to get one off,
Don’t call me son of a bitch; I’m the son of an angel,
When the sun of the morning hits it’s so painful,
These all nighters are killing me,
But it’s alright are you feeling me?
The smokers, the jokers on opiates and coke it’s,
Your choice, I won’t judge you tonight,
Cos I’m paraletic, I ain’t looking to lose a fight,
So put your hands up if you’re not to drunk to stand up,
If you bombing up the toilets put your man up,
And put your can up spray it in the air mate,
Check out my man, fuck its all going pear shaped,
They call me Suff when I’m drunk they call me fuck off,
Head under the bar trying to drink the run off,
I’m a one of a kind; I’ll rhyme till I’m cut off,
Or just to fucking blind to get one off,
Don’t call me son of a bitch; I’m the son of an angel,
When the sun of the morning hits it’s so painful,
These all nighters are killing me,
But it’s alright are you feeling me?