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the manor - pissing in the wind lyrics

[verse 1: jonny dutch]
nan keeps telling me everting is everyting
dad keeps telling me you’re p-ssing in the wind
every time he says it i usually turn around
look him up and down and say i learnt it off of him
monday morning i was out early with the bins
three months that i worked now i’m feeling like a king
couple weeks graft down at lower sydenham
gotta shout out danny’s little brothers mate jim
tell lou i got his money, mum i’ve got my keep
even if it’s for the week boy i’m back up on my feet
probably get some crep yeah give myself a treat
money on the oyster travel on the cheap
put a oner on a double and a fifty on a spin
now i’m losing every penny where the f-ck do i begin
nan keeps saying me everting is everyting
and my dad says boy stop p-ssing in the wind

[verse 2: danny graft]
misty heart hit the chart just to pop a tart
my paddy boat burn bright like my scottish heart
i ain’t giving up my voice for the irony of choice
or the capital tell ’em you can kiss an -rs-
out with a richard, lout i’m about
imma shout like i’m richer snout, snout, snout
yeah i smoke like an ‘ipster, lungs like a chimney
with cobain’s kidneys, you lads get the picture
i’m a rapper, not a talker
cos life’s shorter than the denim on your daughter
so i put the ends in the water
and i got my friends til the end split a benz like a quarter
lag boat laughter, living like my dad did
postgrad grafter i can’t stand taxes
banging all summer til the springs in my mattress
ring like your blower when you’re seen so you smashed it

[verse 3: scotty stacks]
catch me down in bromley piffin on the jonny
waiting on the smelly ting my donny got it for me
if you know me then you know i got nothing but horses on me
you can call me stacks but the hotties call me scotty
authentic not a copy, got a box call me rocky
get my dizzle cheaper do a gizzy for a bobby
done it all but never shift pebbles or the coffee
sorry even stocky man should bring a strap to rob me
‘cah me ain’t a nutter i was raised up in the gutter
acc-mulator in the bookies f-ck a pound i’ll do a oner
rhyming from a younga but look at me now i’m busta
punchlines hitting like i’m swinging with a duster
studio in sh0r-ditch four chicks, more drink
vaughn’s in throwing out the reddies like an auction
[?] wrapped like safe s-x
i just told the waitress price on the bottle’s not important
with bruddas that are bigger than the doormen
and we all like to swing it like we’re northern
all the girls are on me so i’ve never got to force ’em
had a couple threesomes but i’ve never had a foursome
didn’t even really want the trainer but i bought them
kicks dolce & gabbana f-ck a pair of jordans
i said f-ck a pair of jordans
got the keyz like morgan

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