See Me Trackie

Dublin. November 23rd.

Some lads loot for their country, Others loot cuz they're skint, The only thing I'm looting for, Is a trackie that looks fuckin' mint.....

See me trackie, see me trackie,

Skinny fit Adidas khaki.

See me hoodie, it's a goodie,

Started a fight, got it all bloody.

Ankle socks, Calvin Klein jocks,

And for the missus rose gold crocs.

Couldn't refrain, from snatching a gold chain,

Got chased by a pig down Dame Lane.

Lynx Africa spray, lighter and ashtray,

Prezzies sorted for Christmas Day.

Loot complete, Skechers for the feet,

Thanks to JD Sports on Henry Street.

Luas on fire, public transport is dire,

Breakin' me back carrying this air fryer.

To the gaff I go, for a fashion show,

Drink some cans, snort some blow.

Outside there's noise, must be the boys,

Can't wait to show them me deadly new toys.

'Jaysus Guard, you’re out of line!

All these bleedin’ clothes are mine!'

Some lads loot for their country,

Others loot cuz they're skint,

I was only out shoppin',

For a trackie that looks fuckin' mint.....