Scotty Lyrics

Lil Scotty

Works at the yard

Curls bars

At the gym

And he flirts

Real hard

With the girls

Like

Thinks himself

A view, from the

Bird's Eye

Gets fours

Out they shorts

So fast

Loves lighting up

The lash

With the lads

Beating on his chest

Never feeling

Underdressed

When he's smashed

On the cans

Cause he's been

Under stress

This a flash

In the pan

And he's

Letting hair down

Getting his gags

When he can

A third party

Of partygoers

They pull up

The passenger

Pops open

A popular bloke

With good luck

Now

Scotty know this guy

Yeah, they used to

Get on

Went wrong

When he hit

His ex

And said she was

A good fuck

Scotty hide

Inside the bush

Until the music cut

Dreams of

Bruising cunts, and

Shooting cunts up

The guy

He don't like

Goes to get into

His Uber

But Scotty goes

And

Picks a branch up

Now he's

In a cell

For a year

But at least

He can say

He's harder!

Not a single

Voice in his head

Tells him

"Scotty bro

You gotta be

Smarter"

Each man

For himself

Round here

No we don't even

Need each other

Running from himself

In his head

It was never

Life or Death

Tell me if

You got

A better life?

Little Holly

Misses her dad

Shouts at her mum

And she gets

Real mad

Foulest of tongues

And the teachers

React; say

"You're held

In at lunch"

So she

Reach for her bag

Whack!

A hardcover book

Every student

Getting a smack

Don't even know

The number

Cause she be

Stupid at maths

Well

That's what

The teacher said

Meeting rent

For her mum

On her own

It's a mission

Opens her phone

To the photos

Of infant little Holly

When she was

Sweet

When she was

Riding down the street

When she

Liked to be alive

But now it's

Crying in her sleep

Where's Scotty?

As a father

He'd be more use

As a mother-fucking

Dead body

Got another six

Added to his

Sentence

Cause he had to

Swing dicks

With the screws

In the lobby

Sitting in a cell

For a year

But at least

He can say

He's harder

Nothing going round

Round in his head

But the fact

That he

Made himself

A martyr

Each man

To himself

Round there

Now he can't

Even be

A fucking father

Holding images

Of Holly

In his head

But if he blinks

Then she looks like

Her mother