Snow pants off waist

Got me off my face, all brown no chase

Send me west every time you undressBut I gotta switch ways

Sixth gear, switch lanes, no gear, left awake

Life colour and grade

Just colour me grey

Running through white, you run in my brain

Chilling on the estate

Hot water got cut off in my place

Nitty front of the shops

Boy phone switched off and you know they can′t wait

Sony ericsson rings

See blue lights, see colour of skin

Seen so much death

Fountain of life spills over the brim

Dirty room one, five day pass, 3210

Drag my name through the mud

Skid 'round the corner and run

Dirty room one, five day pass, 3210

Drag my name through the mud

Skid ′round the corner and run

Dirty room one, five day pass, 321

Drag my name through the mud

Skid 'round the corner and run

Still don't feel none, this pill is a dud

Now I′m on the ground getting up

Smoke outside, buzzing my nut

Christened by street lights

Feds dig in my levis

B run in my family

Still hang around b-lines

Residue on pink notes

City of no hopers, why we don′t vote

Snow bunnies in snow

Don't need no convo, cutting off phones

Fight with the cab driver, now I gotta take night bus home

Fell asleep, woke up at the bus depot so no I just stroll

Run away and elope while I try put diamonds in your earlobes

Meantime smoking area who got another spare smoke?

Dirty room one, five day pass, 3210

Drag my name through the mud

Skid ′round the corner and run

Dirty room one, five day pass, 3210

Drag my name through the mud

Skid 'round the corner and run

Dirty room one, five day pass, 321

Drag my name through the mud

Skid ′round the corner and run

Still don't feel none, this pill is a dud

Now I′m on the ground getting up

Smoke outside, buzzing my nut

Palms sweaty

Rub my hands on my jeans

Go do another half

Swear I did half already

Bouncers act like they're feds

Strip search don't make no sense

Got my face on the curb

Magic bean taste like cement

Just got over that chuck rush

While I watch the sun come up

Caught me red handed

Red handed, bag undone

Kill for a bottle of volvic

Sweat in the queue for the cloakroom

Shit, the stoney ain′t in there

Fuckers probably stole it

Dirty room one, five day pass, 321

All I wanna do is to run

Between my finger and thumb

I don′t feel none, pill is a dud

On the ground getting up

I'm buzzing

Fresh pack of drum

Go swirl in my lungs

Stepped in the bookies

Down on my luck

Mitsubishi logo all that′s picking me up