Aye God
giesa minute
whits yer rush
youve had my whole life to judge me
2 mins widnae kill ya
whit would i ask
would i call you a bas
beg for forgive
I'm Scottish please
oor music scares bees
have you seen oor kisses
From the Glasgow of cities
F**k-f**kety f**k f**k
how we swing our knees
as our beds we leave
we the widdershins people
trying to pull back the last tock
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