Fake ID
Rat boy Lyrics


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I tried getting past the bouncer, but I couldn't get through
He said 'hold it there mate, well this isn't you'
'It's not a fake ID, it's just not mine'
'Well, I'm taking this off you son identity theft, that's a crime'
So I'm standing on the street, got no one else to meet
I'm bored and I'm alone so I start to walk home
Regrettable decision and slightly blurred vision
Turned down this alley and this young man grabbed me

He said "hand over the money, this ain't funny
What's this, are you taking the piss?
Where's your iPhone 6 I ain't stealing this shit
Come here, bitch"

He said "hand over the money, this ain't funny
What's this, are you taking the piss?
Where's your iPhone 6 I ain't stealing this shit
Come here, bitch"

I start to reflect and think, my heart does sink
My eyes too swollen to blink, I need another drink
But now I can't afford because they just ran away with last week's pay
Today it weren't a good day, barking from the dogs
Now I'm thinking I just got robbed
How unfair, I don't care, it's a rare situation
This nation owes me a bit of compensation

He said "hand over the money, this ain't funny
What's this, are you taking the piss?
Where's your iPhone 6 I ain't stealing this shit
Come here, bitch"

He said "hand over the money, this ain't funny
What's this, are you taking the piss?
Where's your iPhone 6 I ain't stealing this shit
Come here, bitch"

Living out of JD bags, smoking broken fags
Badman slags, first time shags, tags on the wall
Tryna act cool, remember when I got kicked out of the classroom at school
Hated GCSES, was shit at PE
Us against them, just you and me
Now they've got pig fat injected to their six pack
What's up with that they look a right twat

What up, get up on your feet
Put your braces together and your boots on your feet
Give me some of that old booze

He said "hand over the money, this ain't funny
What's this, are you taking the piss?
Where's your iPhone 6 I ain't stealing this shit
Come here, bitch"

He said "hand over the money, this ain't funny
What's this, are you taking the piss?




Where's your iPhone 6 I ain't stealing this shit
Come here, bitch"

Overall Meaning

The song FAKE ID by Rat Boy tells the story of a young man who experiences a series of unfortunate events. The song talks about his failed attempt to use a fake ID to get into a club, leading to his ID being confiscated by the bouncer. With no other plans, he begins to walk home and gets robbed by a young man in an alley. The lyrics are delivered in a fast-paced, aggressive tone, highlighting the frustration and anger of the singer.


The second half of the song is more introspective, as the singer reflects on his life and experiences. He talks about his struggles with education, his dislike for GCSES and PE, and his feeling of being an outsider. He talks about living out of JD bags, smoking broken fags, and having badman slags as companions. The song features a mixture of slang and informal language, creating a sense of authenticity.


Rat Boy uses the song FAKE ID to talk about the everyday struggles of young people in modern society. The song showcases the difficulties of fitting in, finding a place in society, and dealing with the consequences of our actions. The singer's experiences are relatable and authentic, providing a glimpse into the lives of young people who feel out of place in today's world.


Line by Line Meaning

I tried getting past the bouncer, but I couldn't get through
I attempted to enter the venue by bypassing the bouncer but failed in my endeavor.


He said 'hold it there mate, well this isn't you'
The bouncer stopped me and expressed his disbelief that I was the person on the ID.


'It's not a fake ID, it's just not mine'
I argued with the bouncer that the ID I presented was not a forgery, but it belonged to someone else.


'Well, I'm taking this off you son identity theft, that's a crime'
The bouncer accused me of identity theft and confiscated the ID, citing it as a criminal act.


So I'm standing on the street, got no one else to meet
After being kicked out of the venue, I was left stranded on the street with no company or destination.


I'm bored and I'm alone so I start to walk home
As a result of having nothing to do and no one to accompany me, I decide to walk home.


Regrettable decision and slightly blurred vision
Due to my inebriation, my eyesight is slightly impaired, and I regret my earlier actions.


Turned down this alley and this young man grabbed me
While walking through an alley, I was accosted by a young man who seized me.


He said "hand over the money, this ain't funny
The young man demanded that I surrender my money.


What's this, are you taking the piss?
He expressed his incredulity and accused me of mocking him.


Where's your iPhone 6 I ain't stealing this shit
He expressed his displeasure that I didn't possess a more valuable phone and indicated that he wouldn't have stolen it even if I had.


Come here, bitch"
The young man demanded I approach him, addressing me with an insult.


I start to reflect and think, my heart does sink
I begin to ruminate and feel distress over the recent events and loss of my possessions.


My eyes too swollen to blink, I need another drink
Due to physical injury or emotional turmoil, my eyes are so swollen that I cannot blink, and I desire another alcoholic beverage as a coping mechanism.


But now I can't afford because they just ran away with last week's pay
I cannot purchase any alcohol as I have just been robbed and am short on cash.


Today it weren't a good day, barking from the dogs
Today was a bad day for me, as evidenced by the constant barking of dogs.


Now I'm thinking I just got robbed
I've had time to reflect and have realized that I was robbed.


How unfair, I don't care, it's a rare situation
I acknowledge that although the situation is infrequent and unjust, I am not particularly bothered.


This nation owes me a bit of compensation
I believe I am entitled to recompense from society for my plight.


Living out of JD bags, smoking broken fags
I lead a meager existence, subsisting on possessions obtained from JD bags and smoking half-consumed cigarettes.


Badman slags, first-time shags, tags on the wall
I am surrounded by delinquent individuals, inexperienced lovers, and graffiti.


Tryna act cool, remember when I got kicked out of the classroom at school
I attempt to present an image of nonchalance, but I still recall being expelled from school.


Hated GCSEs, was shit at PE
I despised GCSEs and performed poorly in Physical Education.


Us against them, just you and me
It's a matter of 'us' versus 'them,' with only me and this other person on 'our' side.


Now they've got pig fat injected to their six-pack
I comment on how some individuals have resorted to using obscure methods like injecting pig fat into their muscles to achieve visible abs.


What's up with that they look a right twat
I think this method makes them look foolish.


What up, get up on your feet
I encourage the listener to stand and take action.


Put your braces together and your boots on your feet
I suggest a specific way for the listener to prepare themselves for action.


Give me some of that old booze
I request that alcohol be shared with me.


He said "hand over the money, this ain't funny
The young man demanded that I surrender my money.


What's this, are you taking the piss?
He expressed his incredulity and accused me of mocking him.


Where's your iPhone 6 I ain't stealing this shit
He expressed his displeasure that I didn't possess a more valuable phone and indicated that he wouldn't have stolen it even if I had.


Come here, bitch"
The young man demanded I approach him, addressing me with an insult.




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: JORDAN CARDY, AA ELLIS, DERRICK MORGAN, MONTY NAISMITH

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Ella Philpott

I tried getting past the bouncer, but I couldn't get through
He said 'hold it there mate, well this isn't you'
'It's not a fake ID, it's just not mine'
'Well, I'm taking this off you son identity theft, that's a crime'
So I'm standing on the street, got no one else to meet
I'm bored and I'm alone so I start to walk home
Regrettable decision and slightly blurred vision
Turned down this alley and this young man grabbed me
He said "hand over the money, this ain't funny
What's this, are you taking the piss?
Where's your iPhone 6 I ain't stealing this shit
Come here, bitch"
He said "hand over the money, this ain't funny
What's this, are you taking the piss?
Where's your iPhone 6 I ain't stealing this shit
Come here, bitch"
I start to reflect and think, my heart does sink
My eyes too swollen to blink, I need another drink
But now I can't afford because they just ran away with last week's pay
Today it weren't a good day, barking from the dogs
Now I'm thinking I just got robbed
How unfair, I don't care, it's a rare situation
This nation owes me a bit of compensation
He said "hand over the money, this ain't funny
What's this, are you taking the piss?
Where's your iPhone 6 I ain't stealing this shit
Come here, bitch"
He said "hand over the money, this ain't funny
What's this, are you taking the piss?
Where's your iPhone 6 I ain't stealing this shit
Come here, bitch"
Living out of JD bags, smoking broken fags
Badman slags, first time shags, tags on the wall
Tryna act cool, remember when I got kicked out of the classroom at school
Hated GCSES, was shit at PE
Us against them, just you and me
Now they've got pig fat injected to their six pack
What's up with that they look a right twat
What up, get up on your feet
Put your braces together and your boots on your feet
Give me some of that old booze
He said "hand over the money, this ain't funny
What's this, are you taking the piss?
Where's your iPhone 6 I ain't stealing this shit
Come here, bitch"
He said "hand over the money, this ain't funny
What's this, are you taking the piss?
Where's your iPhone 6 I ain't stealing this shit
Come here, bitch"



All comments from YouTube:

Tambourine Man

This dude is like Beck, Beastie Boys, Damon Albarn, Liam Gallagher .. together. What a mix.
His instrumentation is astonishing. Absolutely rocking mix. Music mind blowing.
What an ear for hooks and melody. 'Revolution' is brilliant.
Quite shocked that music this good still gets made in Britain.

456 123

Alex Hatzisavas he is nothing like Liam Gallagher

Proper Dave

@456 123 yeah he's way better than Gallagher

Morgin Flogs

Nah he’s a Jamie T clone

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ernst de waal

if this was the 90's, he would have kicked ass

Lucas Thornton

He kicks ass anyway

titan treadwell

Yeah....it's not tho eh...

Cal Cook

Can't deny that eazy biggie and pac had best music in the 90s

Connor Neave

+Cal Cook you weren't a fan of Nirvana, blur or stone temple pilots?

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Henry Jones

at reading your drummer threw a bottle of water into the crowd and it smacked a girl in the face and she started crying, It was quite funny

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