The Unholy Trinity - Dream Mclean

Um, I’m a scumbag

Yeah

Uhh, aha, aha, aha

What’s that tweet?

What did I tweet the other day?

I fucking-

Um, I must’ve said, yeah…

«I love being single and popping pills»

That was a tweet for my ecstasy

And a tweet for my ex to see

And a reality check for this bit

Looking over my shoulder while she’s standing next to me

Acting like she can’t see gyal are texting me

And now she’s got the hump with me

I can’t sleep, man, it’s stressing me

You see, the rap game kinda like the crack game

Kinda like a BMX race with a snapped chain

In the booth with a back pain

Smashing up bricks like a sniper with crap aim

Is it cheating if I use a cheetah in a rat race?

If I rap about cheating on her, is it bad taste?

Tastes bitter, tastes sour

Top down on the A12, 80 miles an hour

I can feel that, feel that

Summer breeze on a summer’s eve

Watching my back, I heard bad things come in threes

And I’ve got two bad bits with me

God knows what’s next for me

Summer breeze on a summer’s eve

Watching my back, I heard bad things come in threes

And I’ve got two bad things with me

What could tonight bring for me?

As I stumble on the road to her humble abode

I’m drunk, wondering if I should bring my phone

I’ve got dirt on there, that’s a no

Plus it’s Sunday tomorrow, we’ve got Sunderland at home, gotta go

I can’t stay, you see

I could stay to beat, or eat

But I ain’t staying if the flavour’s beef, god damn it

There ain’t no saving me, god damn it

I said «I'm putting you in my will, girl, only you in my will, girl

But all I’m leaving you is a quill

Some lined paper, some ink, you can do it yourself, girl

And shit, maybe by the time I’m gone

Lord forbid, I’ll have a little bit more to give

Cause I never gave a shit about a paycheck

Never gave a fuck about safe sex

Keep your money, all I need is that pussy and that weed and that, and that