[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