I got tools in my house, what's your preference. You're prangin' out I see through you I feel awful This voice's talkin' to me This ain't funny Irons been on in my house for four fucking weeks I wonder But I keep doing it cos I know a grand don't come for free Blind justice jailed, You know what? You're Prangin' Out I See Through You I Feel Awful This Voice's Talkin' To Me This Ain't Funny Irons Been On In My House For Four Fucking Weeks I See Through You I'm About To Do Something Stupid I Dare Say Why My Manager Got Lary And Smacked Me These Headaches Are Gettin' Unbearably Nasty Staring At The Crackwork, Lookin' Scary With Me Brandy Love looks forward Create an account with SongMeanings to post comments, submit lyrics, and more. I'm nothing like a local geezer Nah, not today little G At a quarter to eleven am, You're prangin' out Then when it starts wearing off, I just feel a bit sad Cuz, what you looking for? These headaches are gettin' unbearably nasty Got deep styles, verses, hooks and more Oi blud stop watching me I see through you, AllTheLyrics.com | Italiano And there’s not much worse than that, Everybody's looking at Skepta I see through you, AllTheLyrics.com The conclusion prior to when I forgot it all Don't be acting a fool when you see me I'm looking past you [Verse 5: Devilman] A new version of Last.fm is available, to keep everything running smoothly, please reload the site. Javascript is required to view shouts on this page. Hear Bossman raise your hand I feel awful You're looking back like yo watch this A Finnish rock band 1. Carelessly rackin’ out prangs just to handle the fear I do a line but then panic and feel a bit prang’d So I glug marlon from the bottle to ease of the panic Then when it starts wearing off, I just feel a bit sad Apart from getting shanked at the cash machine! I'm not looking at you I'm even prepared in my sleep A banging headache dancin prang'd by their side Prang’s a night that gets darker and darker I'm Wretch yeah Why you boys looking at me? Snort more tour support, and then have a drink Stop it, stop it, before you cop it, Dancin' with the pictures from the past of my life I see through you Stop it, stop it, before you cop it, Don't know why man are looking in my face This ain't funny [Verse 1: Skepta] "Prangin Out" as written by Mike Skinner Peter Doherty. But it is pranging out, for which I'm gonna do a verse It seems I can withstand the prang and get it together to sing, as I once sang Drink in the real gang Flick the twang we sang a song I've proved I've moved on, so move off I might do something stupid and leave the whole place in a mockery Panicing a bit, gettin' frightened 'n fuck all I'm about to do something stupid, [Pete Doherty] So I glug marlon from the bottle to ease of the panic Off the rails, on style impaled, She's gonna sell-tell no doubt fuck it Off the rails, on style impaled, I'm not looking at you Anfragen, Oberfläche übersetzen: English Dry on the sniff then I'm after the 'caine My days are spent swerving prangs, I'm paro, I don't feel right Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc. Log in now to tell us what you think this song means. I'm about to do something stupid I'm looking past you | Deutsch Keep watching I watch this I see through you With rational thought it would seem that i need not to be doing stuff