[Produced by The Purist]

[Intro]
Um, I'm a scumbag
Yeah
Uhh, aha, aha, aha
What's that tweet? What did I tweet the other day? I fucking-
Um, I must've said, yeah...

[Verse 1]
"I love being single and popping pills"
That was a tweet for my ecstasy
And a tweet for my ex to see
And a reality check for this bit
Looking over my shoulder while she's standing next to me
Acting like she can't see gyal are texting me
And now she's got the hump with me
I can't sleep, man, it's stressing me
You see, the rap game kinda like the crack game
Kinda like a BMX race with a snapped chain
In the booth with a back pain
Smashing up bricks like a sniper with crap aim
Is it cheating if I use a cheetah in a rat race?
If I rap about cheating on her, is it bad taste?
Tastes bitter, tastes sour
Top down on the A12, 80 miles an hour
I can feel that, feel that

[Hook]
Summer breeze on a summer's eve
Watching my back, I heard bad things come in threes
And I've got two bad bits with me
God knows what's next for me
Summer breeze on a summer's eve
Watching my back, I heard bad things come in threes
And I've got two bad things with me
What could tonight bring for me?

[Verse 2]
As I stumble on the road to her humble abode
I'm drunk, wondering if I should bring my phone
I've got dirt on there, that's a no
Plus it's Sunday tomorrow, we've got Sunderland at home, gotta go
I can't stay, you see
I could stay to beat, or eat
But I ain't staying if the flavour's beef, god damn it
There ain't no saving me, god damn it
I said "I'm putting you in my will, girl, only you in my will, girl
But all I'm leaving you is a quill
Some lined paper, some ink, you can do it yourself, girl
And shit, maybe by the time I'm gone
Lord forbid, I'll have a little bit more to give
Cause I never gave a shit about a paycheck
Never gave a fuck about safe sex
Keep your money, all I need is that pussy and that weed and that, and that

[Hook x2]