Correction Lyrics Fegs by Wee Goose

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Dropped one song and then became a recluse
I was caught up in a case of domestic abuse
I had a feud with the peelers but we called it a truce
Well what's the craic? My name's Goose

Some people steal phones, some people rob grannies
But I just get pastied like a supper from Manny's
I'll get lit everyday for as long as I can stick it
And I still get on the bus with a child's day ticket
I won't knock you out 'cus I don't know how to fight
And I won't buck your bird 'cus her face is really sh*te
If you slabber to me, I'll stay calm and let it settle
Then I'll break into your house and take a sh*te inside your kettle

I necked my first barrack on the day I turned five
And I run like f*ck when the peelers arrive
Nike Airs are the only shoes I've ever worn
And I've been smoking fegs since the day I was born
I'm all out of fegs and I'm dying for a smoke
If I see you in the street, all your fegs are getting stroked
Me and fegs go together like food and Stephen Nolan
If I see you in the street, all your fegs are getting stolen

Skins (fegs), felters (fegs)
Body (fegs), lighter (fegs)
Roll it (fegs), light it (fegs)
Smoke it (fegs), smoke it (fegs)

Been on a five day bender now I'm feeling defeated
Tap my bird for a score and I tell her to beat it
I owe her loads of money so now she's huffing
I'm like an MLA, getting paid for nothing
When I roll out of bed I head straight for the Offy's
20 Marley red and a barrack of Frosty's
Fegs for breakfast, Barney's for dinner
If my Ma's talking sh*te then I might have to chin her

Skins (fegs), felters (fegs)
Body (fegs), lighter (fegs)
Roll it (fegs), light it (fegs)
Smoke it (fegs), smoke it (fegs)

Pregnant birds ring me up and they say the baby's mine
18 years? I think I'd rather do the time
All I care about is bucking birds and smoking fegs
A twenty deck of Lambert and a bird with sexy legs
I won't buy you a drink, but you should give me your number
'Cus I have a Btec and I'm a qualified plumber
I can't do maths and I can't read books
But if your pipes need serviced I can take a wee look

I got dropped by my bird, now I feel so alone
She said I'm not a real smick 'cus I'm from Malone
I whiteye like f*ck every time I'm stoned
And I'm gonna buck the fella who stole my phone
I'm on the Dublin road and I've got him in my aim
And when I'm done with him, I'm coming for Shane
I like to have a laugh and I like to have a geg
But if you wanna rumble then I'll spark you like a feg

(He stole your phone)
Think you can steal my phone and get away with it?
(He f*ckin' stole your phone) (Yeeeooo)
Think you're a f*ckin' big lad? Do ye?
(Can't let him get away with that)
Stealing phones?
(stealing your phone)
I'm f*ckin' lookin' for you mate
(Uppa f*ckin' hoods!)
And I'm gonna take your f*ckin' fegs
(And buck him as well!)

I think it's time for Arlene to just sign on the dole
She can take her hard border and shove it up her hole
Her head's just as vacant as the house on the hill
And if she can't do her job then someone else will
I'm just a wee hood but you should vote for me
'Cus I still have more sense than the DUP
I'll stick them a word, and I won't tell any lies
If you vote DUP then you're not f*ckin' wise

(Fegs)

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