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letra de sex, drugs and on the dole - the manor

[verse 1: jonny dutch, scotty stacks & danny graft]
you can’t talk sense to the youts no more
everybody’s smart every kiddy knows more
the game done switched somewhere back in ’04
i was 16 [?] could get a draw
now everything costs but you never ask why
pay a bill plus for a little bit of sky
you think one day we’d have a little sunshine
look up at the stars on a warm clear night
you’d be lucky if skies are a little less grey
everybody lost in a cynical maze
let’s get it back to original days
when the manor was a different place
fixture list full of winnable games
when’d you last see kids playing in an estate
now they’re indoors sitting on their xbox
piffing on haze young mind riddled with hate
‘cos they don’t wanna say no
sitting on a k train on the main road
house full of mugs wanna tell you how so
but you can’t delegate what you don’t know
nah made in the manor got a little on the side
never had a plan pick a winner and a ride
take a knockback take it in the stride
but you can’t dream any bigger than your pride

[chorus: jonny dutch & scotty stacks]
now everybody whines too much
we’ve been caught up in the cycle bruv
it’s been happening for days and months
do you want to see a change
snow’d in april didn’t get sun
now everybody whines too much
we’ve been caught up in the cycle bruv
it’s been happening for days and months
do you want to see a change
placed five bets didn’t win one
snowed in april didn’t get sun

[verse 2: scotty stacks, jonny dutch & danny graft]
waited all summer but the sun didn’t come
out on the run last little bit of rum
captain morgan big wes
no account nothing to invest
base rate cuts i got no interest
no jest my rents about ten weeks late
i applied for jobs for like ten months straight
can’t get one foot in the door
done a lotto ten years straight and i ain’t even won me a score
graft all my life and i still die poor
what’s it all worth? what’s it all for?
don’t tell me go church they won’t let me through the door
weather’s still sh-t and this ain’t small talk
probably go away if i got paid more
bit of al garve bit of benidorm
i’ll be lucky if i get a day down eastbourne
did an sb but i’m singing in butlins
cigs ain’t cheap so i smoke till the b-tt [?]
had a girl but she clocked i’m punching
now my right hand’s the only thing i’m rumping
cos n0body thinks like me, not an mp, not an mc
bent pc or a cbb but i’m paying every year for the same tv

- the manor

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