Mother talks to u 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 slay from far away Why is it that always on the weekend no one's ever around to shout Oh people working to hard or drinking to hard the mattor of the fact I'm Never quite sure And they blaze it down to pull themselves up pull yourself rite the hook Shook men crooks never go nowhere with me cos I'm all on my own no pity spit Like guilty men in the sermon-grooving round this place like you never did Learn them I shake myself down I rattle myself out and put myself on the line To dry And why is it new years eve is always shit don't you know what I mean man Deal with it Its always the way its rolling and your girls like fucked off a Smirnoff ice I think once twice or thrice never made no difference to me I'm A skinny little white runt with the head lice never been better than money Never been heartedly starting this city but I've always been around this town Since the first day I was born and I've been losing frequency and losing Sound and losing everything and I squander it all and I been up I been Around been in the dancehall since the first day in town and I still been Beating cheating falling to the floor when the kids are kicking I've been bleeding I've been losing well are you man born for the choosing And if you ain't better you better listen to the test as I start to impress Ya And if you ain't losing then you ain't grooving I'll still be down here on a low-key send you girl over and she'll blatantly Chat to me I been over I been over you've been down you've been down And now I've been all man moving all around the town all around and around I've been moving been grooving been all around choosing Now I'm back for the challenge who wants a challenge well I want it more
Now I'm on my train life in the fast lane never gave me no gain And the man says wakey wakey it's morning time on the northern line I'll all like bowling straight up to Camden all the way from your Farringdon Wanna make sure I'm a little Tired I no realise that in sighting a riot can be one stones throw and to Much dough That's why all the young men sniff too much blow I be thinking oh why never I sever it up before I think about forever ands I chat it back to the people I used to know kick it back and rolling in solo And why not what's to the beef no one really knows me so no one is a chief Chat it back like you never been a thief I'm a thriller licence to ill double 7 Upper killer never no me It's all the chat back to much of that never rack kick it back like a bitch Slap rite to my face in the mirror I kick it back thinner maybe my shirt Don't fit no more a hardcore man think he can fight up the law a shackle to The tenance and now it never work no more on a flow dedication to wario And now its me back to the further then it comes back looser than ever some Kids they think they get better they think their trendsetters but there Never pace makers
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 What am I what am I what am I in my own dear eyes I say it so much what am I what am I what am I what am I Makes no sense no more
It's like a march in here from the left to the right hey stomp there feet
Some kids they're chilling on corners out of order think them all better tie Your laces rat races hit the Pages write your own books and write your own spell checker I'm a better man Chillin in my own room Assume to accumulate to shake to sedate I drink down much quicker a glug glug On my liquor till I feel much better so talk to me about violence never no Me I'll sit