[Verse 1: Casper Walsh]
Sick of all these young fellas, acting like birds
Bunch of fuckin' lick arses, now its absurd
What happened to the shootings and stabbings at night?
These days kids now are too afraid to fight
Afraid of their life, to have a fuckin' knock
Afraid of their life, to sell a bit of rock
Afraid of their life, to represent the block
Afraid of their life, to take a couple shots
Fuck that

Outburst pal, we had a change of heart
Ripped all our Gucci apart, ripped our Versace apart
Brand new start
Were going back to scaldy, going back to toe rag
Yeah, yous will all see, but you didn't know that
On a stolen bike pal, with a fucking low kaf
Floatin' around, scopin' out a couple hoes baps

[Bridge: Casper Walsh]
Let's make, this place, Dublin
Scorchin' again
Let's make, this place, Dublin
Scorchin' again

[Verse 2: Casper Walsh]
We're going back to Air Max, going back to Reebok
No more Gucci tops, lookin' like a peacock
Hit me up at Depop
Sellin' every wardrobe, free of charge
Size range medium to large, no cash or cards
We call them pigs, don't call them Gards
We call them rats, cunts think they're hard
Kids these days need to clean up they're acts
Instead of lookin' for likes, should be lookin' for stacks
Lookin' for harmless victims to attack
Too many kids concerned how they look
Get back to the nineties, people getting fucked
Drinking cans, wearing hand me down trackies
Fake rings on they're hands, fake brands no tan
Nowadays, fake tan, real brands, supposed to be boys
I don't understand, just be a fucking man
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