♪♪ ♪ Snow pants off waist, got me off my face, all brown, no trace ♪ ♪ Send me west every time you undress, but I'm gonna switch ways ♪ ♪ Six gear switch lanes, no gear left to wait, life colouring grade ♪ ♪ Just colour me grey, running through white, you running my brain ♪ ♪ Chilling on the estate, hot water got cut off in my place ♪ ♪ Knee front of the shots, boy phone switched off and you know they can't wait ♪ ♪ Sony Ericsson ring, see blue light, see colour of skin ♪ ♪ Seen so much death, fighting and life spills over the brim ♪ ♪ Dirty room one, five day pass, thirty two one, oh ♪ ♪ Drag my name through the mud, skid, round the corner and run ♪ ♪ Dirty room one, five day pass, thirty two one, oh ♪ ♪ Drag my name through the mud, skid, round the corner and run ♪ ♪ Dirty room one, five day pass, thirty two one, oh ♪ ♪ Drag my name through the mud, skid, round the corner and run ♪ ♪ Still don't feel none, this pill is a gun ♪ ♪ Now I'm on the ground, getting up, smoke outside, bossing my nut ♪ ♪ Christened by street lads, feds digging my levers ♪ ♪ B-running my family, still hang around B-lines ♪ ♪ Residue on pink, no city of no hope, that's why we don't vote ♪ ♪ Snow bunnies and snow don't need no convo, cutting off phones ♪ ♪ Fight with a cab driver, now I gotta take night bus home ♪ ♪ Fell asleep, woke up at the bus depot, so now I just strove ♪ ♪ Run away and knee low, while I trap with diamonds in your ear lobes ♪ ♪ Meantime, smoking area, who got another spare smoke? ♪ ♪ Dirty room one, five day pass, thirty two one, oh ♪ ♪ Drag my name through the mud, skid, round the corner and run ♪ ♪ Dirty room one, five day pass, thirty two one, oh ♪ ♪ Drag my name through the mud, skid, round the corner and run ♪ ♪ Dirty room one, five day pass, thirty two one, oh ♪ ♪ Drag my name through the mud, skid, round the corner and run ♪ ♪ Still don't feel none, this pillar's a dud, now I'm on the ground getting up ♪ ♪ Smoke outside, buzzing my nut ♪ ♪ My arms sweaty, rub my hands on my jeans ♪ ♪ Gonna do another half, so I did half already ♪ ♪ Bouncers act like they're feds, don't make no sense ♪ ♪ Got my face on the curb, magic bean taste like cement ♪ ♪ Just got off of that truck rush, while I watch the sun come up ♪ ♪ Call me red-handed, red-handed but I don't dump it ♪ ♪ Go for a bottle of vomit, sweat in the queue for the bloke room ♪ ♪ Chips on the end, box probably stolen, shit ♪ ♪ Dirty room one, five day pass, thirty two one, oh ♪ ♪ All I wanna do is to run, between my finger and thumb I don't feel none ♪ ♪ Pillars of dud, on the ground getting numb, I'm buzzing ♪ ♪ Fresh back of drum, got swirl in my lungs, stepped in the bookies, down on my luck ♪ ♪ Mitsubishi logo, all that's picking me up ♪