Childhood

One two
Nostalgia’s no what it used to be

ICE T TMNT
WWF way before it was WWE
Back in the D A Y
It was something to see
But fuck me
Had no idea what a cunt could achieve
In the summer breeze bumping 2 P A C
No giving a fuck if they bams
From the other scheme hate me
Mate I was free
Popped my C in 93
Looked the part but I was wee
That’s how it went in Penilee
R I P the dub U G
They said O D
But I know it was they cunts that Threatened to shoot me
Ow wee DRE Snoop DO Double G
Getting ugly telling birds suck it and see
With my muckas in the T
Close puffing the tree
Some history gets rewrote
But I'll keep it hundreds with ye
Cause when it comes to wayward sons I'm Scotland's
M O G
M O Problems

Check
We went kerby to pitchy
Irn Bru mixed with vodka or whisky
Drunk getting lifted
Keeping them busy
No comment
Crash at a mates
Heading home late
Many mistakes and walks of shame
The gigs didn't pay
Had no radio play
Got told Scots can't rap
Did it anyway
We kept at it won an award
Still unpaid but more applause
My old mates going
To raves with mad jaws
But I found a scene
Where my heart belonged
I was only fifteen doing my first gig
Now twenty years later
Feel like the same kid
A lot of lives around me have wasted it
I'm still trying to decide if that shoe fits