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DevlinLifes Fucked Up Lyrics

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Intro
    • 2008...fucking depressing mate
Verse 1
    • I'm from the dirty Dagenham blocks
    • Where the children are taking or serving rocks
    • And the main ambition is to be swerving the cops
    • Cause they wanna serve drugs not herd in a box
    • And a headshot will make a body turn on the spot
    • Round here it's more fucked than an old nonce perving off
    • You see the old bill following your vehicle
    • Behind you, can't see in the rear-view
    • You best start turning off
    • Then buckle up and start burning off
    • It's 2008 killings every other day so welcome to the UK
    • Where you can get moved to for two flakes
    • That's a regular occurrence
    • Every other day theres a similar disturbance
    • Blue and yellow placards advertise murders
    • Committed by kids with knives and big burners
    • But that's the cards we've been dealt
    • Can't help but feel a little sorry for ourselves
    • Kids are getting killed every day
    • It's not a game like the Commonwealth
    • This is common knowledge and still they don't wanna help
    • Kids don't care about life like Heath Ledger
    • Cause they ain't seen no better
    • You could get stabbed for two tenners
    • And jacked for your brand new New Era
    • Around here there's more crime than Stella in a landlords cellar
    • We need to make a few changes
    • Maybe Eastenders should be a little bit more like Shameless
    • Cause thats how it really is
    • Instead of some overpaid amateur actors
    • Running round on the square like fucking idiots
    • They know nothing about east end affiliates
    • It's war round here, forget peace, it's war round here
    • You'll get shot or bora'd round 'ere
Hook
    • Yeah, life's fucked up, sometimes I had enough
    • They'll try fuck you up, like an R1 bike that's collided
    • With trucks and the drivers divided and cut (x2)
Verse 2
    • I'm from one of the poorest places in Britain
    • Where people get robbed and possessions go missing
    • Way before I ever hit the air waves spitting
    • I was chilling in the dirty old stairway with piss in
    • Kids sitting on the street corner dealing
    • If he's got money they'll be willing to jib him
    • I can't wait to get away from this shit and say good riddance
    • Cause there ain't nothing great about Great Britain
    • And if there is then it's hidden
    • I ain't never seen it
    • I just can't believe it
    • Pinch me I'm dreaming
    • And now I'm coming out the pub fucking steaming
    • And seeing two fat slags fighting and screaming
    • I'm lighting my spliff with my green in
    • Just another Friday evening
    • Blood alcohol levels increasing
    • And I've smoked too much weed
    • If you need me then I'm breathing
    • And leave your boys greening
Hook
    • Yeah, life's fucked up, sometimes I had enough
    • They'll try fuck you up, like an R1 bike that's collided
    • With trucks and the drivers divided and cut (x2)
Verse 3
    • I've gotta get back on it
    • See a deck with my track on it
    • My flows like crack on it
    • They keep coming back for it
    • Waving their money for my CD's
    • I'll tell em get fucked
    • If they're coming for some freebies
    • Cause I ain't got nothing to give
    • I'm just fucked when I spit
    • Tell'em suck on a dick
    • Behind Beckton and bargain
    • ???
    • You'll get hotted with the tip of the sniff
    • Even if you're minding your own business
    • Or bunning a spliff, I'm down on my music
    • I know a few man around town that get down
    • With the gun and the clips
    • And start letting off bullets
    • If you're running your lips
    • As long as I spit
    • I'll continue to punish these pricks
    • Yeah I'm from the slums where the scumbags live
    • You could be approached by a scumbag
    • And he could be two foot tall
    • But with a three foot chiff
    • Yeah it's just the life that we live
    • Nines and clips, kids putting knifes in ribs
    • I'll let the road man vibe to this
    • Because they know how vital it is
    • Just to make the fucking ends meet
    • And fuck being friendly
    • I'm driving around in an old school stolen Fiesta
    • Because I ain't got no money for my Bentley
    • But that's only temporary
    • That way I spit bars is elementary
Hook
  • Yeah, life's fucked up, sometimes I had enough
  • They'll try fuck you up, like an R1 bike that's collided
  • With trucks and the drivers divided and cut (x2)