On the Float

Three years ago I owed me bollox out
Empty pockets empty wallets I smoked every product out
Orange bud and shark attack
I put this place on whopper drought
Ridin' moths from India cause I’m into the exotic trout
I never wrap up when I’m ridin' fat fucks
And I never bally up when I’m robbin' Ladbrokes
I take ya to the crooks and they cooked all the books
Now I’m sleepin' on the bus and all the boys run amuck
Me, Casper, Sid, Baba and Jay were always on the float
Unemployed and baked to bits
We’re skint though, yes we’re proper broke
We do fuck all pal
Everybody thinks we’re dopes
Yet their stuck in work while we get mashed and always drop the yokes
We’re on the float
We’re on the scope
We’re takin' yokes pal pass the roach but watch the coat
One more hot rock me ma' will cut me throat
I’ve no time for fat thicks
I never pay me taxes
A one way ticket to the 'Dam to smoke out the Abraxas
I’m skinnin' up a fat thing
While rippin' up me king skins
I win four grams from Dan Creek
Boys there’s John Paul and Dean Flynn
What’s up, What’s up, What’s up, What’s up, What’s up, What’s up,
Yeah on the float
What’s up, What’s up, What’s up, What’s up, What’s up, What’s up,
I have a sweaty gooch
Cause we be always on the float
Lock your bike, we’re on the stroke
Everybody says we’re dopes
But everyone’s stuck in a poxy nine to five
We be always on the float
On the labour get the dole
You don’t like it, you can get the boat
But they’re the one stuck in a poxy nine to five
(Eskimo Supreme)
I can’t believe I used to work a fuckin' job
Every time I’d be in work I’d want to load me fuckin' boss
And all me lick arse colleagues seemed to want to do was suck his knob
Fuck wearin' a shirt and tie I’m usually decked out in Lacoste
Fuck your job
I’d rather be a bum
Smoke green all day stay at home pullin' me plum
I don’t take orders pal I take cheese and lettuce on me spicy chicken fillet
roll yis cretins do yis fuckin' get it
I stopped textin' mots when I discovered brazzers
Less stress no text
Gets yer hole much faster
Pussy’s all I’m after
A brazzer is the answer
Said fifty when I asked her
I banged her then I cracked her
I dig to the face and a knee to the head then a hook to the stomach and a boot
to the legs
Took me money back off the brazzer pal and then I fled
Back to the gaff
Smoke in the sacks
Burnin' the hash had fifty in me khaks
On the float
Cause we be always on the float
Lock your bike, we’re on the stroke
Everybody says we’re dopes
But they’re the ones stuck in a poxy nine to five
We be always on the float
On the labour get the dole
You don’t like it, you can get the boat
But they’re the one stuck in a poxy nine to five
Yeeah, on the float!