| If I nicked Harry Potter’s broomstick
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| Then I’d take a ride over a cruise ship
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| Close my eyes, then I’ll howl with laughter 'cause
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| The lads and I live for palaver
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| Egg every cunt, then I’d fly off faster
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| As the lads and I live for all the drama
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| Burnt myself out on both ends
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| So I daydream myself 'round the ends, yeah
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| La la la la la, la la la la la
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| La la la la la, la la la la la
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| La la la la la, la la la la la
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| I’m goin' mental, I’m goin' mental
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| I’m goin' mental, I’m goin' mental
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| I’m goin' mental, I’m goin' mental
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| La la la la la la
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| Looking in the mirror
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| Gives me such a quiver
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| Oh, my little liver
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| Must be on the quiver
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| Turn down the dimmer
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| Deliveroo for dinner
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| Thought you was getting slimmer
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| Geezer, you little fibber
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| Look at the lighter flicker
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| This problematic singer’s
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| Addicted to the skunk
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| Addicted to the women
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| Addicted to the funk
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| Addicted to the shimmer
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| My Mum said all that glimmers
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| Ain’t all tools for winners
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| La le la la le la
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| My heart is getting bigger
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| I’ve never felt such love
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| Otherwise from my niggas
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| Sending out bluetooth spuds
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| My head’s so fucked
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| Think I’ve crumbled that bud
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| I’m try and numb my nut
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| I can’t let you in, man
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| And even if you grin, man
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| Ready for your incisions
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| Come and try your thing
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| I was born to die
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| And in between this cry
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| Try to figure out why
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| But all I got was lies
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| La la la la la, la la la la la
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| La la la la la, la la la la la
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| I’m gonna lose it, I’m gonna lose it
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| I’m gonna lose it, I’m gonna lose it
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| I’m gonna lose it, I’m gonna lose it
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| La la la la la
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| This drinking is detrimental
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| This weed smoke’s driving me mental
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| This weekend was eventful
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| These hangovers make me sick
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| This puffing is driving me mental
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| This alcohol’s detrimental
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| The weekend is always eventful
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| These hangovers make me sick
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| This drinking is detrimental
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| This puffing is driving me mental
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| The weekend is always eventful
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| These hangovers make me sick
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| Sick, sick, sick
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| If I nicked Harry’s broomstick |