Dirty Dike, Rag’n’Bone Man, Jam Baxter - Whoops lyrics

Riding about on my fucking tricycle
Sixteen ice creams in my pocket
Ain't no thing you can do to stop
Me borrowing a quid off your dad

I don't give a flying fuck
If you're a violent cunt
I been climbing up these pylons
Pissed and writing love
I been CS gassed in sheds
In front of Simon's mum life is fun
I've never felt the need to cry or buy a gun
Most of the time I'm just here for the rinse
All the beer that I've drank
Still feels weird when I think
Will kill fear with a blink
Still chill here with a grin like
Open mouth full of duck skin
Rolling round in my love pit
With my fuck pig deep breath on my trumpet
Got Keith Wet on my drum kit dumb shit


It doesn't make sense what does, bitch?
I sold drugs in clubs, got busted
And now I know a place never gonna trust him
But, you love him
Same time, you say fuck him, he's disgusting
Last man ever put your trust in
There ain't a feminist that
Ain't discussed him
Like, whoopsie, daisy who
I don't really wanna get blazed with you
I been blazing away since the 90s
And I got a bit of passive in the 80s too
I got one fake job and the paper chute
I make tunes on the MP baby proof
I got a wonky eye and a lazy tooth
I went YOI but I made it through

Yeah feeling like a welfare-fat child glued
To a nuclear warhead, soaring
Warm endorphins spewed from a hole in the
Forehead soaking the world I walk in
Yep, sellin em a dream
Never gonna burn out, never gonna bleed
We all just hit a new level of malevolence
Neck a little medicine, wrestle the machine
I was in a whirlpool reproducing
Find your girl by the speaker, puking
In the back room
Lashed where the beats are moving
It's 11am with my Fenibut
Up late, sunrise crew
If you relate, we're scum like you yeah
I view the events of the day as
A series of sumptuous slugs I chew
So, good luck with your empire cuz
I live my life like a exile does
Sleeping around, got my ex riled up
I just sat there watching the debt pile up
You couldn't be less like us
I couldn't be more like me
Can't enter my future
You weren't on the list
These newborn pawns ain't brought ID
Imma get waste spend all my p
Your blurred out faces are all I see
Sure my G, you keep talking
Just how boring can your life be?
That's me, the elegant stranger
Wrapped in an illusion of megalomania
I turned up drunk and
Resented your friends with
The trembling fresh severed head of a traitor

Fuck your friends
I ain't getting the drinks in
I won't settle the bill and I
Won't fill up a clear
Oh you ain't having your fill at 8, din-dins
I don't lip sync, I don't mime
I will fill up a dance cos I put in the graft
No you ain't having half, it's all mine
Who's watching?
When I pull up a chair, put two in the air
It's all slime i go to bed with a tool
Cos I ain't been the same since
I took garies at school
So who's betting on the fat kid
With the devil in his eyes and a matchstick
Every ting bless to the quiet kids
Cos you can't call dribbling a tactic
So go get your lads, prick
I been saving this rage for a rainy day
Clouds gone greyer than an ash tip
So let's bury these twats quick
All this waffling
Gassing and hollering won't do shit
Like a cocked spliff
On the cold shit, you see that
Breh with his teeth out, just poke it
Everyone's up to their old tricks
Like no shit
Praying that I don't see the same old cunts
When I'm walking around in my old bit's
I take my tea, that golden brown
Hold it up, I don't hold it down
I been patiently waiting on
Your demise so when
The goon squad rise I'll take the crown
Ain't a crown, you kissed the rein
Shut the cake hole, oh, hail the king
You've been around these cunts so long
Set fire to the trees and the woods you're in
Woods you're in, woods you're in
You've been around these cunts so long
Set fire to the trees and the woods you're in