I'm puffing, racing at my fast pace,
It's 5 past 8, I hope my man's late,
I got to try and sort out my mate's eighth,
'Cause no one round my way can find some grade,
I call him, he says he'll be right there "wait",
I wish he'd just let me swing by his place,
20 minutes later and he pipes up caked,
Going on about how he's got no time now days,
At least getting paid, I do it for a favour,
Saving my mates time for blazing up later,
Some take the piss, never offering a taster,
When you end asking them they see you as a traitor,
A faker, a taker, why've they got to pay ya,
Not long ago they were calling you a saviour,
Aint a major I just wanted to say that,
I aint really a dealer but I do the behaviour.

It's a lot of stress,
I do my best,
But it's a mess sometimes,
So while you're sitting,
Watching your clock ticking,
I'm committing your crimes.

I'm a junglist soldier ready to rave,
Fat line up lined up, heavy as bass,
Meeting for a few at the regular place.
'Cause the clubs are so expensive we're ahead of the game,
My phone goes; someone trying to get me again,
I'll answer, whoever's there just better behave,
Don't mean to sound all bitter, I'm just set in my ways,
'Cause I know they want some pills or some MDMA,
Made an hours trek, it was stress from the outset,
Loads of smoking, I'm trying to keep my mouth fresh,
Scoured the South West, now a few pounds less,
For a little powder and some tablets with brown specks,
I don't believe it, the queue aint gone down yet,
Answer phone; "easy mate, why aint you down yet?",
With that I'm in, it sounds fresh,
Then I'm busted by this big bad bitch of a bouncer,

It's a lot of stress,
I do my best,
But it's a mess sometimes,
So while you're sitting,
Watching your clock ticking,
I'm committing your crimes.

We're chilling, drinking and laughing at mine,
I'm rolling up spliffs, my buddy's racking up lines,
He asks me if I'd mind looking after a nine,
And if it's fine? he'd even splash a half for my time,
Pretty sweet deal, in the back of my mind,
I know that I can make a little cash on the side,
I turn around and tell him "I don't happen to mind,
But if I'm busted I'm only doing half of the time",
Class As aint a joke not like blazing a smoke,
If this was Arabia I'd pay with a rope,
My mate's ok 'cause I'm making him notes,
While everyday I'm taking cocaine and I'm broke,
I know it may sound like I'm changing my tone,
But I'm bound to I've got about an eighth up my nose,
Fuck me! I think I've got a vein gonna blow,
When you aint a real dealer that's the way that it goes.

Aint really a dealer,
You know those people,
Type to sort you out with a gram or a kilo,
Aint the ones driving round a brand new Evo,
You call 'em when you feel a bit too hanging to leave home,
You know those people,
Doing it for change, being nice or a free smoke,
Mobile going off like the fucker's on free phone,
You aint a dealer? then why does it seem so?

It's a lot of stress,
I do my best,
But it's a mess sometimes,
So while you're sitting,
Watching your clock ticking,
I'm committing your crimes.