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Jamie T
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Alicia Quays
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 slay from far away
An' why is it that always on the weekend No one ever around to shout Oh, people working too hard, or drinking too hard As a matter of fact I'm never quite sure
And they blaze it down to pull themselves up Pull yourself right to the hook Shook men crooks never go nowhere with me 'Cause I'm all on my own no pity Spit like guilty men in the sermon grooving 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 Year's Eve is always shit? Don'tcha 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 heartedly starting this city
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 squander it all and I've been up I've been around
I've been in the dance hall Since the first day in town An' I've still been beating Cheating, falling to the floor when kids are kicking
I've been a bleeding, I've been a losing Well, are you man born for the choosing And if you ain't better You better listen to the test As I start, man, impress ya
And if you ain't losing then you ain't grooving I'll still be down here on a low key Send your girl over and she'll blatantly chat to me I've been over, I've been over You've been down, you've been down
Now I've been all man movin' All around the town, all around and around I've been grooving, I've been losin' I've been all round choosin' And now I'm back for the challenge Who wants the challenge, well, I want it more
Now I'm on my train Life in the fast lane, never gave me no gain 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 your Faringdon
I wanna make sure I'm a little tired I now realize that inciting the riot can be One stone's throw an' too much dough That's why all the young men sniff up too much blow And now I'm thinkin' aww 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 'cause I'm rolling it solo A why not what's to the beef A no one really knows me so no-one is a chief
Uh I chat it back like you've never been a thief I'm a thriller License to ill double seven I'm a killer Killer, killer Upper killer never know me, ha
もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com It's all that chat back to much of that never rack Kick it back like a bitchslap right to my face 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 a flow dedication to wario And now it's me 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 more More, ah oh, more, oh What am I? Oh ow, oh well, I don't aww [unverified] Whee an a dumdumday
Uh, uh, uh, uh 'S like a march in here From the left to the right They stomp their feet
Uh, uh, uh, uh 'S like a march in here From the left to the right They stomp their feet
Uh, uh, uh, uh 'S like a march in here From the left to the right They stomp their feet
Uh, uh, uh, uh 'S like a march in here From the left to the right They stomp their feet
Some kids they're chilling on corners Out of order I think them all better Tie their laces, rat races, hit the pages Write your own books and write your own spell checkers
I'm on a better man chillin' in my own room Assume to accumulate to shake to sedate 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 feels 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 be knowing the dedication My name to J-T an' I Roll it down roll it down Who wants to hoist themselves up? Who's got the uppers?
Get them in then I'm done Click 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 you from, man? We're from the Old London
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