Scuttle Lyrics

Backseat driver, Burnley tunnel

Weighing on the paper 'cause I broke the funnel

Me and the digi, we kiss and cuddle

Can't come to my place, in public I slip it subtle

50 grand, vacuum packed, bottom of a puddle

Walk the rotty at night, no muzzle

.308 pop, no brake, no muzzle

Yabby shells at your house, watch them scuttle

Watch them scuttle

Yabby shells at your house, watch them scuttle

Watch them scuttle

Brown on the scales like a brown snake

Custys wanna know how much of this they can take

And all the rocks look like big Fantales

No sand, but it's like a beach with all these sand bales

Double wrap mylar, they still burned the drop for the mail

Couple thousand packs of bics, my boat can still sail

Get the kids to push, led them to the trail

Couple hundred bucks for the young cunts, it's a big sale

When the ket all sold, I put the bud in the ket bag

Cunts start to disassociate, then they think, fuck this is jet pack

Keep the custys happy, yeah, I keep them fed lad

And if you play that in an interview, I never said that

I never said that