Meet you in the city
Or your neighbourhood
Isn't it a pity
I'm just no good
Blackbirds burning down in Birmingham
Got whacked out by crack cocaine
Got my hands in my pockets
And I'm scratching my brains
Don't you think it's lucky
I'm going down the drain
Buy me and stop one
Gonna buy a shooter
Be a gangster boy
Gonna make it bigger
Than my three inch toy

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