The Purist - The Unholy Trinity lyrics

[Produced by The Purist] [Intro] Um, I'm a scumbag Yeah Uhh, aha, aha, aha What's that tweet? What did I tweet the other day? I f**ing- Um, I must've said, yeah... [Verse 1] "I love being single and popping pills" That was a tweet for my ecstasy And a tweet for my ex to see And a reality check for this bit Looking over my shoulder while she's standing next to me Acting like she can't see gyal are texting me And now she's got the hump with me I can't sleep, man, it's stressing me You see, the rap game kinda like the crack game Kinda like a BMX race with a snapped chain In the booth with a back pain Smashing up bricks like a sniper with crap aim Is it cheating if I use a cheetah in a rat race? If I rap about cheating on her, is it bad taste? Tastes bitter, tastes sour Top down on the A12, 80 miles an hour I can feel that, feel that [Hook] Summer breeze on a summer's eve Watching my back, I heard bad things come in threes And I've got two bad bits with me God knows what's next for me Summer breeze on a summer's eve Watching my back, I heard bad things come in threes And I've got two bad things with me What could tonight bring for me? [Verse 2] As I stumble on the road to her humble abode I'm drunk, wondering if I should bring my phone I've got dirt on there, that's a no Plus it's Sunday tomorrow, we've got Sunderland at home, gotta go I can't stay, you see I could stay to beat, or eat But I ain't staying if the flavour's beef, god damn it There ain't no saving me, god damn it I said "I'm putting you in my will, girl, only you in my will, girl But all I'm leaving you is a quill Some lined paper, some ink, you can do it yourself, girl And sh**, maybe by the time I'm gone Lord forbid, I'll have a little bit more to give Cause I never gave a sh** about a paycheck Never gave a f** about safe s** Keep your money, all I need is that p**y and that weed and that, and that [Hook x2]