B&R

[Verse]
It’s like two clashing skulls made of rusted iron
I’m a lion
And you’re a mouse
This country's my house and your ass will be
Handed to you in advance
I hate who pays my minimum wage
I’m a layabout if music weren’t the case and
Trading low number notes for fucking baggies
To hide from my Mum when I visit
She’s just glad I’m around
And sometimes so am I
But I just wanted to hand a CD to a marketing guy
So he could hand it to Mr Universal
I’d get a 360 deal on all my incomings
And they’d rim me for the lot
And I’d die a washed up coulda been
With charlie stuck on my nose ring
But now it’s playlisting
Some numbers on a screen
Everything’s numbers on a screen
Like money is
What little money there is

[Chorus]
Wish I was born and raised for free
Wish I was born and raised for free
Wish I was born and raised for free
Wish I was born and raised for free
Wish I was born and raised for free