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letra de weird kid in the ends - manga saint hilare and murkage dave

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[chorus: murkage dave]
weird kid in the ends, there was always one
in my ends, blud, the weird kid was me
weird kid in the ends
weird kid in the ends, there was always one
never had air max’s, we were countin’ up the pence
weird kid in the ends

[post-chorus: murkage dave]
and i walked past war-zones, satellite dishes
[?] of the weak ones, fish and chip dinners
i’ll never gas no-one, never get g-ssed
i don’t know where i come from, i forgot all that

[break: murkage dave]
weird kid in the ends
weird kid in the ends

[verse 1: manga saint hilare]
oldest son of my young mum
i ain’t got an av, i want one
i feel safe when my dad’s here
i’m just happy that i got one
i’m too black for the white kids
they say “go back where you come from”
and i got searched by the boydem
asking for the drugs, but i got none
gyaldem didn’t like me
i weren’t peng enough for the lighties
i weren’t black enough for the white gyal
i got sent to the shop for the chinese
goons, them on the corner
in their workouts and nike’s
i never had nothin’ so they wouldn’t rob man
and you wouldn’t get a stripe if you fight me
i’m in the smokers corner, not smokin’
i ain’t got no ps, but i’m rollin’ out
beef that i’m not involved in
but they know my face so they ran me down
stuff that i don’t indulge, i don’t say a word
i just hold it down
lost, but i didn’t notice, i just missed my stop
so where are we now?
i just want the same creps as z
watford, in the under 18s
blendin’ in, they don’t notice me
black hoodie, with my green id
i had no phone, couldn’t find my callin’
they were tryna draw tings, i was doin’ drawin’
should’a done better in cl-ss, but it was borin’
daydreamin’ when teachers are talkin’

[chorus: murkage dave]
weird kid in the ends, there was always one
in my ends, blud, the weird kid was me
weird kid in the ends
weird kid in the ends, there was always one
never had air max’s, we were countin’ up the pence
weird kid in the ends

[post-chorus: murkage dave]
and i walked past war-zones, satellite dishes
[?] of the weak ones, fish and chip dinners
i’ll never gas no-one, never get g-ssed
i don’t know where i come from, i forgot all that

[break: murkage dave]
weird kid in the ends
weird kid in the ends

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