[Chorus] (x4)
I feel sorry for the fiends
Sorry for the fiends, sorry for the fiends
But we still buss shots to them
[Verse 1]
All day up on the pavement
Making income off their enslavement
And yeah we're working with pebbles
And it feels like the work of the devil
Even though we flip through custard
It don't mean that we ain't got a conscience
But if we ain't there they're still gonna cope
There's thousands of lines, they're still gonna smoke
So I might as well get my paper
Salary first, conscience later
On the block we be peddling
Suttin like doctors of medicine
To feed their addiction
Five light, two dark, that's the prescription
And then they breeze to smoke fam
Buju on the foil and a dub on the coke can
[Chorus] (x4)
I feel sorry for the fiends
Sorry for the fiends, sorry for the fiends
But we still buss shots to them
[Verse 1]
Sally's only 22, said she's tryna kick it
Paul's always broke man, he's always tryna tick it
Garry's kinda safe, Ian's kinda strange
I keep telling em, stop bringing all this change
Steve's kinda funny, he's always in a hurry
He only buys the rice, he never gets the curry
I can't find Stacey, she owes me a bill
John's loyal cah he says we do the better deals
Darren's always got tings, he gave me two phones
And all he asked for was about two stones
Chris always wants to chat, he thinks that we're mates
Bobby looks dodgy man, he moves kinda bait
I don't like Sarah, she looks kinda dirty
And Scotty's always coming for them 4 for 30's
Yeah, all day on the block with them
We feel sorry but we still buss shots to them
[Chorus] (x4)
I feel sorry for the fiends
Sorry for the fiends, sorry for the fiends
But we still buss shots to them