| Knock knock knock
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| On the door, who could it be?
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| Puffy jacket badman
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| Wants his money
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| Ripped down the door and his Nike Air Rattles
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| Rush the fire exit, no time for battles
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| Well, I, I never expected it from you
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| Someone I always thought I knew
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| And it’s true, the demise of the skies came through
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| And shit’s about to go down like the Titanic
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| Young, dumb, living off Mum
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| Waiting for the right time to come
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| The best bet’s getting you when you’re all alone
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| Unknown number, don’t pick up the phone
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| Young, dumb, living off Mum
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| Waiting for the right time to come
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| The best bet’s getting you when you’re all alone
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| Unknown number, don’t pick up the phone
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| Stepson father, brother’s next door neighbour’s riddled
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| 'Cause we heard his wife was having a little bit of a fiddle
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| On the side, hands held wide, tight at the side
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| Couldn’t get sober but at least he tried
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| And it ain’t all over till the fat sings
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| And even then, the fight’s still yet to begin
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| It’s a no-win city but isn’t it a pity
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| Why the fuck do relationships be so tricky?
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| Like, like, like, like the Titanic
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| Like, like, like, like the Titanic
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| Like, like, like, like the Titanic
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| Like, like, like, like
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| Young, dumb, living off Mum
|
| Waiting for the right time to come
|
| The best bet’s getting you when you’re all alone
|
| Unknown number, don’t pick up the phone
|
| Young, dumb, living off Mum
|
| Waiting for the right time to come
|
| The best bet’s getting you when you’re all alone
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| Unknown number, don’t pick up the phone |