Mothers talk to you like nothing is better Than you going out on a Tuesday Well I'm not sure what to do But man I swear man I'm slavin' far away An' why is it that always on the weekend, no-one ever about to shout Are people working too hard, or drinking too hard? As a matter of fact I'm never quite sure. A-blaze it down & pull yourself up Pull yourself right to the hook shook man crooks Never go nowhere with me cos I'm all on my own no pity Spit like guilty minds in the sermon movin around of this place like you never did learn them I shake myself down And rattle myself out And put myself on the line to dry And why is it New Years Eve is always shit? Dontcha know what i mean man, deal with it it's always just the way we're rolling Your girl's that fucked off on Smirnoff Ice I think once, twice or thrice Never makes no difference to me A skinny little white runt with head lice Never been better than money never been aw at least startin to see it I've always been around this town Since the first day I was born An' i've been losing frequencies and losing sound and losing everything and I squandered it all and I've been hit up I've been around I've been in the council since the first day in town An' I've still been beating, cheating, falling to the floor when kids are bickering.
I've been a-bleeding, I've been a-losing Where were you when i thought what I'm choosing And if you aint better A lala listen up don't stress cos I start man impress ya And if you aint losing Then you aint grooving.....
I'll still be down here on my own send your girl over She has a complete and utter chance with me
I've been over, I've been over You've been down, you've been down Now I've been up but I'm movin' All around the town all around and around I've been grooving I've been losin' I've been alright choosin' And now I'm back for the challenge Oh the challenge and I want some more
Now I'm on my train Life in the fast lane, never gave me no game And then the man says "wakey wakey it's mornin' time on the northern line" I'm alright bowling straight up to camden All the way from North Faringdon I'm gonna make sure I'll be tired and i realise that's inticing the right to One stone so An' too much dough And in my mind I've been sniffin up too much blow And now I'm thinkin' "aw I'll never" I sever it up before I think about forever and I chat it back to the people I used to know Kick it back cos I'm rolling it solo A whynot what's to do? A no-one really knows me cos no-one is as cool Uh I chat it back like you've never been a theif I'm a thriller Licence to kill double-seven I'm a killer Killer killer You want a killer? Never know me, ha. It's all that chat back an too much to the liver an' I kick it back like a bitch slap right to myself in the mirror Kick it back thinner Maybe my shirt don't fit no more A hardcore man think he can fight up the law Shackled to the tenants Now he never work no more on the floor Dedication to why all Now I see back to the further Now it comes back looser than ever Some kids they think an' get better Think they're trend setters but they're never pacemakers
What am I? What am I? What am i in my own dear eyes? A-what am I? What am I? What am I in my own dear eyes? What am I? What am I? What am I in my own dear eyes? I've said so much what am I what am i what am I makes no sense no mo-o-o-ore, mo-o-ore ah-oh mo-o-o-ore ooooh what am I oh-ow-oh well i don't awwwww...etc... Wheee an a dumdumday.
Uh uh uh uh 'S like a march in here From the left to the right Come on and stomp your feet
Uh uh uh uh 'S like a march in here Come on and stomp your feet x 3
Some kids they're chilling on corners Out of order I think they'd all be better t' tie their laces, rat races, hit the pages Write yer own books & write yer own spell checkers I'm on a better man chillin' in my own room Assume to accumelate shake whaserdate Drink it down much quicker A glug glug glug on my liquor and I feel much better Talk to me about violence Never know me I sit further in silence An' when I drink it down I drink it up It fills my body and I feel fresher I tick up the tester Regulator I'm a true man, shootin', lootin' now I'm presuming That everyone I know in here Ah the dedication, my name ah J-T an' I Roll it down roll it down Who wants to get themselves up? Who's goin'a her's? I'll get it in louder Ha Your fingers An' can you smell that it lingers? She's a fat bitch but I'd still give her........one. I'm a cheeky son Where they from? Ha - you bet they're from London Face it Ah-la-da-da-da-da ah That's me finished... See you later Ciao BellaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
