On the Float - Versatile

Three years ago I owed me bollox out

Empty pockets empty wallets I smoked every product out

Orange bud and shark attack

I put this place on whopper drought

Ridin' moths from India cause I’m into the exotic trout

I never wrap up when I’m ridin' fat fucks

And I never bally up when I’m robbin' Ladbrokes

I take ya to the crooks and they cooked all the books

Now I’m sleepin' on the bus and all the boys run amuck

Me, Casper, Sid, Baba and Jay were always on the float

Unemployed and baked to bits

We’re skint though, yes we’re proper broke

We do fuck all pal

Everybody thinks we’re dopes

Yet their stuck in work while we get mashed and always drop the yokes

We’re on the float

We’re on the scope

We’re takin' yokes pal pass the roach but watch the coat

One more hot rock me ma' will cut me throat

I’ve no time for fat thicks

I never pay me taxes

A one way ticket to the 'Dam to smoke out the Abraxas

I’m skinnin' up a fat thing

While rippin' up me king skins

I win four grams from Dan Creek

Boys there’s John Paul and Dean Flynn

What’s up, What’s up, What’s up, What’s up, What’s up, What’s up,

Yeah on the float

What’s up, What’s up, What’s up, What’s up, What’s up, What’s up,

I have a sweaty gooch

Cause we be always on the float

Lock your bike, we’re on the stroke

Everybody says we’re dopes

But everyone’s stuck in a poxy nine to five

We be always on the float

On the labour get the dole

You don’t like it, you can get the boat

But they’re the one stuck in a poxy nine to five

(Eskimo Supreme)

I can’t believe I used to work a fuckin' job

Every time I’d be in work I’d want to load me fuckin' boss

And all me lick arse colleagues seemed to want to do was suck his knob

Fuck wearin' a shirt and tie I’m usually decked out in Lacoste

Fuck your job

I’d rather be a bum

Smoke green all day stay at home pullin' me plum

I don’t take orders pal I take cheese and lettuce on me spicy chicken fillet

roll yis cretins do yis fuckin' get it

I stopped textin' mots when I discovered brazzers

Less stress no text

Gets yer hole much faster

Pussy’s all I’m after

A brazzer is the answer

Said fifty when I asked her

I banged her then I cracked her

I dig to the face and a knee to the head then a hook to the stomach and a boot

to the legs

Took me money back off the brazzer pal and then I fled

Back to the gaff

Smoke in the sacks

Burnin' the hash had fifty in me khaks

On the float

Cause we be always on the float

Lock your bike, we’re on the stroke

Everybody says we’re dopes

But they’re the ones stuck in a poxy nine to five

We be always on the float

On the labour get the dole

You don’t like it, you can get the boat

But they’re the one stuck in a poxy nine to five

Yeeah, on the float!