[Verse 1]
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Mother talks to you like nothing
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is better, Than you going out on a Tuesday
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Well I’m not sure what to do, but
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man I swear man I’m slavin’ far away, an’a
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Why is it that always on the weekend,
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no-one ever about to shout? Are people
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working too hard, or drinking too hard?
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The matter of fact I’m a-never quite sure.
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A-blaze it down an’ pull yourself up
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An’ pull yourself right to the hook, a-shook man
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crooks, Never go nowhere with me
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cos I’m all on my own, no pity, Spit like
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guilty mans in the sermon, Groovin’
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around of this place, like you never did learn ’em
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I shake myself down, I rattle myself
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out, And put myself on the line to dry
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And why is it New Years Eve is always
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shit? Don’t ya know what I mean man, deal with it
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It’s always just the way we’re rollin’
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Your girl’s that fucked off a Smirnoff Ice
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I think once, twice or thrice, Never
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makes no difference to me, A skinny little white runt
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with the head lice, Never been better than
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money, Never been art, at least started this city
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I’ve always been around this town. Since the
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first day I was born, An’ I’ve been
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losin’ frequencies and losin’ sound
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And losin’ everything, and I squander it all an’
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I’ve been hit up, I’ve been around
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I’ve been in the dancehall since the first day in town
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An’ I’ve still been beatin’, cheatin’,
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fallin’ to the floor when kids are kicking.
[Verse 2]
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I’ve been a-bleedin’, I’ve been a-losin’
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Well, are you man a-born for the choosin’
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And if you ain’t better
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A la-la listen at the test, as I start man, impress ya
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And if you ain’t losin’
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Well, then you ain’t groovin’
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I’ll still be down here, on a low-key
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Send your girl over and she’ll blatently chat to me
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I’ve been over, I’ve been over
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You’ve been down, an’ you been da-ha
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-own. And now I’ve been up but I’m movin’
Dm C
All around the town, all around an’ around
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I’ve been a-groovin’ I’ve been losin’
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Been-a all alright choosin’
Dm
And now I’m back for the challenge
Dm C
Who wants a challenge? and I want ya more
[Verse 3]
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Now I’m on my train
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Life in the fast lane never gave me no game
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An’ then the man says “wakey-wakey
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it’s mornin’ time on Northern L-ine”
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I’m all like bowlin’ straight up to
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Camden, All the way from your Faringdon
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I’m gonna make sure I’m bit tired
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I now realise that inticing the right to
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One stone’s throw an’ too much dough, And all my
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mans are sniffin’ up too much blow
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An’ I’ma thinkin’ “Oh I’d never”
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I’ll sever it up, before I think about forever an’
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I chat it back to the people I used to know
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Kick it back cos I’m rollin’ it solo-o
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A-why not, what’s to the beef? An’
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no-one really knows me, so no-one is a chief, uh
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I chat it back like you never been a thief, I’m a
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thriller, Licence to ill, double-seven I’m a
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killer, Killer, killer, Oh what you
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killer? Never no me, ha. It’s all that
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chat back, an’ too much of that never rack
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I kick it back like a bitch-slap, right to my-
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self, in the mirror, I kick-it back
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thinner, Maybe my shirt don’t fit no
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more. A hardcore man, think he can
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fight up the law, A-shackled to the tenants
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An’ now he never work no more, on the
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flow. Dedication to Wario
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And now I see back to the further
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Now it comes back looser than ever
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And some kids they think an’ get better
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They think they’re trend setters, but they’re never pacemakers
[Verse 4]
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What am I? What am I?
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What am I in my own dear eyes?
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A-what am I? What am I?
Dm C
What am I in my own dear eyes?
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What am I? What am I?
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What am I in my own dear eyes?
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I say it so much, what am I? what am I?
Dm C
what am I? what am I? makes no sense no
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mo-o-o-ore,
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woah, woah, woah, uh-oh
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woah, woah, woah, woah
Dm C
woah, woah, woah, what am I?
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woah, woah, woah, da-da-dum
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woah, woah, woah, What am I?
Dm
woah, woah, woah, woah
Dm C
Wee-de-de-de-de-de-dum-a dum-dum-day
[Verse 5]
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… … Uh, uh,
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uh, uh, It’s like a march in here
Dm
Uh, uh, uh, ..
Dm C
From the left to the right, uh stomp your feet
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Uh, uh, uh, uh
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It’s like a march in here
Dm C
Uh-uh, uh-uh, A-people stomp your feet
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… … … … uh,
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woah, It’s like a march in here,
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… … … …
Dm C
A-people stomp them feet
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… woo, uh, yeah,
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… … hahaha, woah
Dm
It’s like a march in here
Dm C
A-people stomp your feet
[Verse 6]
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Some kids them chillin’ on corners
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Out of order, I think them all be better
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Tie your laces, rat races, hit the pages
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Write yer own books, an’ write yer own spell-checker
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I’m on a better man, chillin’ in my own room
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Assume to accum-ulate to shake to sedate
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Drink it down much quicker, A glug-glug-
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glug on my liquor, an’ I feel much better
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Talk to me about violence
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Never no me, I sit further in silence
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An’ when I drink it down, I drink it up
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It fills my body an’ I feel fresher
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I tick up the tester, regulator. I’m a
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two-man, shootin’, lootin’, now I’m pre-
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suming. That everyone a-knowin’ me. Ah,
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the dedication, my name a J-T an’ I
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Roll it down, roll it down
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Who wants to hit yourselves up?
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Who got the up-pers?
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Ah, give ’em ‘ere man, I’m done
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Ha, … click your fingers
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Uh, can you smell that, it lingers?
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… … … She’s a
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fat bitch, but I’d still give her
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one
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… … I’m a cheeky
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son. … Where they from?
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Haha. Yer from yer old London
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… … … Hectic
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Ahhhh da-da-da-da. That’s me
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finished. See you later
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Ciao Bella!
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