sweets got me feeling sick
i used to be a skinny little chicken shit
bet you don't catch me slip
i'm the best thing to happen here since 66
got a house out in the sticks
no say i've got the bricks
yeah my trumpets are popping off
says he wants a little fix
i'm whiling out because i'm young
feeling like i'm number one
dizzle got me acting dumb
my whole mouth is fucking numb
nah i ain't a bloody coke head
i was doing more lines than a fucking etch-a-sketch
pay me or we debt collect
boys be round in just a sec
but your girls a total sket
stuffed her face with blow and ket
that's a lunch she won't forget
life's a bitch and then you're dead
that's a fate that i accept
ain't got time to be upset
credit crunch ain't over yet
flickin' through the ol' gazette
checkin' out the homes to let
and you know i get more special k than your local vet
i'm whiling out because i'm young
feeling like i'm number one
dizzle got me actin' dumb
my whole mouth is fucking numb
this bird can't get over me
i smashed the granny out of her
bitches see me round town
you know i lay 'em out flat
and its only cause the food i serve is haute cuisine
i got their brains swimming in dopamine
these dope fiends ain't got no hope of going clean
from burnley to bermondsey
i got the cats burning pipes for me permanently
it's mad cause my bird loves to burn my p's
shoes look like she walked through a murder scene
i'm whiling out because i'm young
feeling like i'm number one
dizzle got me actin' dumb
my whole mouth is fucking numb