I Got Views

Uh

Bollock away mate
I've had more warnings than I've had Whisper Golds
And I've had about nine of them this morning
I'm fucking crap

Tuck it in
You fucking Wino
Crème anglaise
No worries
It is worries
Capital gains twat

Launching shit about what drivers cut you up
What are you, four?
I was arsed
I'm not arsed now
I'm bothered
I wish I fucking hadn't

You said nothing's free
I said, "Tell that to my fucking pockets mate"
They're stuffed with your stuff
I'm laughing

Twat
I'm fucking well hot
I ain't talking centigrade
I've got a fucking massive head
I got GCSEs

I ain't saying you haven't got your own struggles
All I'm saying is I don't fucking care about them
Fucking strip search me you wally
I ain't got one fuck left
You're nothing more than your dad's spaff gone rotten
And he was a fucking prick and all I've met him

I got views and I choose to share 'em
I don't really care if you listen to 'em
I got views and I choose to share 'em
I don't really care if you listen to 'em
I got views and I choose to share 'em
I don't really care if you listen to 'em

Whoa
Piss