SPORTSWEAR (Explicit)
Rat Boy"SPORTSWEAR (Explicit)" is a song by Rat Boy, released in 2017 in the Pop genre. The song is 2:41 long and contains 35 lines and 265 words.
Lyrics
0:17well, i've got a funny feeling in my stomach
0:20but that don't matter cause me and you are always into something
0:23whether it be riding, walking home drenched in the freezing cold
0:26or entering a town where the postboxes now say sold
0:42stop, stop, stop, stop, stop? i won't stop it
0:45hand me your car keys, i'll try and unlock it
0:49sitting in the backseat with that worn-out interior
0:52blatantly looked down on by all our superiors
1:07ed hardy jeans, with broken dreams
1:11stitched in between the seams
1:14that boy in a bivvy looks about 13
1:17trying to sell sticks claimed to be weed
1:20laugh out loud for you and your wannabe crew
1:23in your bodywarmer nike and bad attitude
1:26i'm not being rude but you've already got babies with two different ladies
1:30how do you want to be viewed?
1:32and while you're out getting screwed, stewed and tattooed she's on her own
1:36trying to get your baby some food
1:40ed hardy jeans, with broken dreams
1:44stitched in between the seams
1:46that boy in a bivvy looks about 13
1:49trying to sell sticks claimed to be weed
1:53live in sportswear
1:54but they never go running
1:55staying in, always bunning
1:57watching porn, brain-numbing
1:59lack of motherly loving from a young age
2:01as they can clearly say
2:02they never got nothing from anyone
2:05cliché
2:20i'm sitting on the curb while my mate's rolling a fag, i'm f**king hurting, so bored
2:32ed hardy jeans, with broken dreams
2:35stitched in between the seams
2:38that boy in a bivvy looks about 13
2:41trying to sell sticks claimed to be weed
well, i've got a funny feeling in my stomach but that don't matter cause me and you are always into something whether it be riding, walking home drenched in the freezing cold or entering a town where the postboxes now say sold stop, stop, stop, stop, stop? i won't stop it hand me your car keys, i'll try and unlock it sitting in the backseat with that worn-out interior blatantly looked down on by all our superiors ed hardy jeans, with broken dreams stitched in between the seams that boy in a bivvy looks about 13 trying to sell sticks claimed to be weed laugh out loud for you and your wannabe crew in your bodywarmer nike and bad attitude i'm not being rude but you've already got babies with two different ladies how do you want to be viewed? and while you're out getting screwed, stewed and tattooed she's on her own trying to get your baby some food ed hardy jeans, with broken dreams stitched in between the seams that boy in a bivvy looks about 13 trying to sell sticks claimed to be weed live in sportswear but they never go running staying in, always bunning watching porn, brain-numbing lack of motherly loving from a young age as they can clearly say they never got nothing from anyone cliché i'm sitting on the curb while my mate's rolling a fag, i'm f**king hurting, so bored ed hardy jeans, with broken dreams stitched in between the seams that boy in a bivvy looks about 13 trying to sell sticks claimed to be weed
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