SKINT**

I'm struggling, only on a quiet though See I'm struggling, but only on a quiet note In love with juggling Stuck in the hustle and bustle, lads Work so hard to feel the gravel and the rubble But guess what, yo? Guess what? I'm skint Not even a little bit, I'm talking flat on my face Geezer man, I'm skint Until my phone rings I'll be praying for a saving grace Fella, I'm skint Just paid me phone bill Just gave me 'mam some money Man these bills come at will geezer Man, I'm skint So broke, yeah It stinks Hey Feeling the burn in my pocket Shenanigans came and shenanigans rocketed Now all you can is claim All of me wallet It's came to Tuesday Not fans of any profit Feeling gothical now I've bluddy gone all of me pals And now me brother is asking me for rent for this sofa I surf on that, I dare to call my bed Back on the roads again No we can't call no friends Lads all struggling to make ends meet Putting up these (?) while they cannot sell the weed, man I was in my old Calvins What are these fees that are mounting up mate? I mean, it's mountain of stress And it's hard when depressed It's thin when you're losing hopes of success I'm skint Not even a little bit, I'm talking flat on my face Geezer man, I'm skint Until my phone rings I'll be praying for a saving grace Fella, I'm skint Just paid me phone bill Just gave me 'mam some money Man these bills come at will, geezer Man, I'm skint So broke, yeah It stinks I'm skint Not even a little bit, I'm talking flat on my face Geezer man, I'm skint Until my phone rings I'll be praying for a saving grace Fella, I'm skint Just paid me phone bill Just gave me 'mam some money Man these bills come at will, geezer Man, I'm skint So broke, yeah It stinks Hey