Tekster:
Soft Cell Chips On My Shoulder

, self pity, injustice Chips on my shoulder Chips on my shoulder I should have told you I've chips on my shoulder I'm making a stand While I sit on my arse Fish and chip

complaints, self pity, injustice Chips on my shoulder Chips on my shoulder I should have told you I've chips on my shoulder I'm making a stand While I sit on my arse Fish and chip

break you off some, chick I'm sitting, touchin' with my diamonds on, and man I Miss that boy Pac, sippin' liquor tryin' to grip the chrome I keep a chip off in my cell

the kid with the most doe-getters And terrors on fat shit clique they rock Lo sweaters That's my man, that's my man too Call him up on the strength of