Matty Bowden - Old Skool (UK Remix) Snippet

Ive got her knickers stuck on her knee's,
jheese,
I cant open her legs, there stuck together like clothes pegs,
ah-mere,
fortune Ive spend on cheap champagne to get her here,
this cant be right Ive even put up with her annoying mate all nite
//
Ive allowed her kebab breath smell,
ive paid my bredrin good petrol money aswell,
maaannnnnn,
fucking hell!
I should have gone for the ginger one,
(but she was bare sleezy)
yeah what can i say, 
i like my girls easy!
//
too many Jaeger bombs,
putting your heel through a brother Toms,
ouch,
she's spilled Disaronno all over the couch
she's in stitches looking at my old skool pictures,
that plate you smashed was sentimental,
my mums gonna go mental!
//
babe, no ones spiked your drink,
i can see the entire contents of your nite all over the kitchen sink,
you stink, and im a fool,
there's fake tan all down the wall,
and a nice black line where your bags scratched all down the hall
//
ive texted back her mate sarah
"babe she's ok"
the stereos on level 50, 
thank god she didn't press play!
cos its 5 in the morning, 
conversation got boring
so we went to the bedroom, 
but she started snoring
//
now in the morning Ive gotta fix the heel on her Primark shoe,
with my dads Tescos extra £1 glue,
and replace the screen on my phone that she cracked,
after she tripped over my jack russel and it dropped, rolled and smashed.
//
her relationship status says complicated, 
its the sex with her ex before we even dated,
its totally underestimated, 
slightly over rated,
im totally hated,
i wish i never met you or that we even mated,
its the inflated sex doll i created,
it doesn"t feel right cos we feel a bit related.
//
My left molars a little loose,
who the fuck taught her to punch, 
oh her brothers an eighth dan karate teacher,
there a lovely bunch,
im just going to hide in bed for while,
watch a little homes under the hammer followed by jeremy kyle,
die and wallow in my own self denial.
//
i knew she was a sket,
friend requesting people on facebook 2 minutes after they met,
chatting up men for drinks i bet
hangs round with that yardie,
the one who stands in the corner still wearing Ed Hardy,
sippin baccardi,
thinks his mr2 is a ferrari,
// 
im so over you, 
i didnt think about u at all last nite,
or this morning,
fuck you,
your boring

Easz