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letra de fuck rté - tpm (ie)

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[intro]
we’re tpm
the only mcs
sayin’ f-ck the law
and f-ck rté

we’re tpm
the only mcs
sayin’ f-ck the law
and f-ck rté

we’re tpm
the only mcs
sayin’ f-ck the law
and f-ck rté

we’re tpm
the only mcs
sayin’ f-ck the law
and f-ck rté

[verse 1]
i woke up to the tone
of an esb meter
no more electricity
so no more heater
the middle of the winter
the house is full of mould
if you know what i know
this lifestyle can get old

i was out
last night again
i hadn’t any money
had to rob a pen

i had the rent in one hand
an amber in the other
i’m always at [?]
and so is my smelly brother

now ‘e’re lookin’ for
some tablet for my head
not panadol
the other kind instead

my mouth is like a desert
and my face is turning red
and i can’t make toast
because i got no bread

wakin’ up
with my sandpaper mouth
i was up all night
again swillin’ the stout
i got bills through the door
letterbox can’t hold more
but these boys won’t
make my life a chore

really what i want to do
when i want to do it
if i want to quit f-gs
i’ll get a nicorette, chew it

if not
then i’ll just inhale
but i’ll still ignore
these c-nts’ junk mail

hopped into me transit
on the way to the p-wn shop
selling all the sh-t
that we shouldn’ta bought

[?] next to me
fl!cking cds
we never listen to that pr-ck
joe duffy

[chorus]
we’re tpm
the only mcs
sayin f-ck the law
and f-ck rté
we’re tpm
the only mcs
sayin f-ck the law
and f-ck rté

[verse 2]

i’ve got [?] in the whip
inside the front door
in the transit van
that we love to the core

the van starts up
and we’re screaming no
’cause that d-ld- joe duffy
still on the radio

we’re heading to the bank
to see if we’ve any money
of all the days
why is today so sunny?

balance seventy
available none
i don’t have two euro
i don’t have one, but

f-ck money
we don’t need it to be crafty
i never wash my clothes
so they always smell hashy

can’t pay my dues
i can’t afford new shoes
but i still do
all my right in twos

rat-tat-tat-tat
no i don’t have a gat
i drive a transit van
and i love smoking hash

it’s no six-four
it has a tank full of green
but i never let the customs
checkpoint me

we’re not from compton
we’re from the [?]
out of dundalk town
fl!cking amber leaf buds

we don’t make grime
we get speeding fines
and then we’re sent to court
for not paying them on time

f-ck the courts
and f-ck the gardaí
and don’t talk to me
about r t é

a tv license
waste of time for you
when you’re listening to rhymes
from the tpm crew

[chorus]
we’re tpm
the only mcs
sayin f-ck the law
and f-ck rté

we’re tpm
the only mcs
sayin f-ck the law
and f-ck rté

we’re tpm
the only mcs
sayin f-ck the law
and f-ck rté

we’re tpm
the only mcs
sayin f-ck the law
and f-ck rté

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