Wild Horses Plan B (UK) (Ft. The Rolling Stones)

[Verse 1: Plan B]
When I look at you now I just can't understand
How I ever could of looked up to you, man
Still I'm passed being mad, or losing my rag
Just find it sad 'cause you're the closest thing I had to a dad
And instead of looking up, I'm looking down at you fella
Days where I believed your crap have come and gone like the weather
Still you hide beneath your rain coat and stolen umbrella
What's wrong with you bredda
Come on, fucking get it together
You're getting close to fifty now - mature age
So let go of the whiskey now and start acting your age
Can't spend the rest of your life killing your liver
Spend your last days acting like you don't give a
Shit about nothing, now you're old and you're bitter
'Cause your ex left you for another man she found fitter
Fitter, enough to raise two kids anyway
'Cause you ain't fit to be a fucking dad in any way
You're a degenerate alcoholic and have been for years
Your eyes are dry now but not the tracks of your tears
And I see where they lead, man I'm sorry that you're hurt
But you can only blame yourself now you're dick's in the dirt

[Hook: The Rolling Stones]
Wild horses couldn't drag me away
Wild, wild horses couldn't drag me away