Other lyrics

“Give Me My Lighter Back”

‘Cause I can’t be doing with your crap anymore
So why don’t you give me my lighter back, and then track?
‘Cause I can’t be doing with your crap anymore
So why don’t you give me my lighter back, and then track?You walk in the door, packed pockets; guess what, geez?
Say you’ve had it but now you’ve lost it again
You’ve forgotten to bring your wallet
But fair play, I buy youse a brandy and Coke, safe
I always do anything for my mates, go sit down, I’ll bring it over
‘Cause I’m no way that you always seem to avoid paying
But your blag, blag, blag, gets scene, scene, scene
And how many missed calls have I got to take
Before you get some credit and call me for a change?
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh?

‘Cause I can’t be doing with your crap anymore
So why don’t you give me my lighter back, and then track?
‘Cause I can’t be doing with your crap anymore
So why don’t you give me my lighter back, and then track?

Oi, then after I top non one two one, I notice you’ve gone
And I’m sat staring into space
Lookin’ like a billy, no mates on his tod
My favorite lighter seems to have done one
‘Cause it was here when you were here
And now it’s gone now you’re gone
I mean, just ’cause I bought you a drink
I’m not trying to tie you to the seat
I don’t give to receive, but you seem to live to receive
So I end up chatting to Andy
Talking about his fucking grief
With the knob you gave me for twos

‘Cause I can’t be doing with your crap anymore
So why don’t you give me my lighter back, and then track?
‘Cause I can’t be doing with your crap anymore
So why don’t you give me my lighter back, and then track?

Half-hour on, I’m makin’ my way to the bog
Say “Hi” to him, nod to the corner, say “Safe” to your one
Now walk past the bar where you’re at
You’ve blatantly bought her a jar
With the money you said that you didn’t have
I walk past but I wanna lose my rag
And then I do my business, and as I’ve come out the bog
Your girlfriend walks in, sees you drinkin’ with next girl
And tips the drink over your head
And if you ask me, it serves you fuckin’ right
You have to hold it down

‘Cause I can’t be doing with your crap anymore
So why don’t you give me my lighter back, and then track?
‘Cause I can’t be doing with your crap anymore
So why don’t you give me my lighter back, and then track?
‘Cause I can’t be doing with your crap anymore
So why don’t you give me my lighter back, and then track?
‘Cause I can’t be doing with your crap anymore
So why don’t you give me my lighter back, and then track?

Oi, I got a bassline solo comin’ for you, man
Oi, bassline solo, take the bassline solo
Raw, raw
Bassline solo, na-na-na-na
Oi, James Hyman
Thank you very much for the Xbox
I’ve been fucking killing that Halo game

“All Got Our Runnins”

Again, I step out my yard
Head swings ’round, clocks my landlord
Start chippin’ up the road ’cause I owe him three weeks dough
The ship’s sinkin’, telly’s on the blink
And in the pub, it’s one beer to last all evening
Later on, chips for feedin’
When the quids are down, try sneak in a bottle of brandy
‘Round bouncers into the Ministry of Sound
Scored, Moffat, back indoors with a profit
‘Cause they do say that havin’ no money forces one
To make the right choices on life each day
If you can’t pay, you can’t play
Success hides a multitude of sins
But I ain’t successful and my piggy bank’s still in the bin
Been there since I was a kid
Goin ’round in circles, not being careful, but say
I get paid on Friday, can’t wait to live life my way’Cause on the streets, I’m just a geezer
I gotta make ends meet, yeah
Gotta do what I need to
Shit, we all got our runnins now
On the streets, I’m just a geezer
Gotta make ends meet, yeah
Gotta do what I need to
Shit, we all got our runnins now
On the streets, I’m just a geezer
Gotta make ends meet, yeah
Gotta do what I need to
Shit, we all got our runnins now
On the streets, I’m just a geezer
Gotta make ends meet, yeah
Gotta do what I need to
Shit, we all got our runnins now

Brut pocket, I’m back in the Burassic seat again
After spending sixty pound last week on beers with friends
Brought it all on myself, see, granted
Now I’m scorin’ draw for everyone to get my next spliff sorted
Hang ’round Mum’s house to get smothered
Got no tins in the cupboard this week
Hold on to your seat ’cause it’s all gone a bit Pete
“Live for the moment”, said he; wrong!
Downin’ beers out of my tree, now the moment’s passed
The cash is a distant memory
You know things are bleak when you’re tellin’ the birds
You asked out last week that things are busy
When really, you’ve got no dough in the piggy
Two days after payday’s clocked
And it’s back at The Black Dog
Stuffin’ them socks into pool table pockets

‘Cause on the streets, I’m just a geezer
I gotta make ends meet, yeah
Gotta do what I need to
Shit, we all got our runnins now
On the streets, I’m just a geezer
Gotta make ends meet, yeah
Gotta do what I need to
Shit, we all got our runnins now
On the streets, I’m just a geezer
Gotta make ends meet, yeah
Gotta do what I need to
Shit, we all got our runnins now
On the streets, I’m just a geezer
Gotta make ends meet, yeah
Gotta do what I need to
Shit, we all got our runnins now

I’m skint, got no moolah
Need to get some colour in my cheeks, says Mum
That’ll be my English inner-city tan
I’m skinny like a woman
Need to get some punan through the door
“Please Sir, can I have some more?”
Oi, oi, lend me a tenner so I can go to the chip shop
Twenty-four hour garage and then for a quick top
This time opting for the reassuringly cheap option
When the quids are down, my Schott hoodies, my ball gown
My essential accessory is my bad day frown, ’cause
Life in the third-class carriage can be evil
When your only ticket to freedom is a permit to travel
So, Uncle Shiner, you best go get the spade and dig me a grave
‘Cause I can’t pay the rent but I got a 109-pound pair o’ trainers on

‘Cause on the streets, I’m just a geezer
I gotta make ends meet, yeah
Gotta do what I need to
Shit, we all got our runnins now
On the streets, I’m just a geezer
Gotta make ends meet, yeah
Gotta do what I need to
Shit, we all got our runnins now
On the streets, I’m just a geezer
Gotta make ends meet, yeah
Gotta do what I need to
Shit, we all got our runnins now
On the streets, I’m just a geezer
Gotta make ends meet, yeah
Gotta do what I need to
Shit, we all got our runnins now

La, la, la
And then this geezer turned ’round to me and said
“What are you doing, you twat?” and I was like
“What the fuck is this? What are you saying, you div?”
Oi, that’s it

“Streets Score”

Oi, oi, oi
Sometimes I look down, sometimes I look up, oi
Sometimes I look down, sometimes I look up
Oi, that’s it, oi, oiI’m a fake, I don’t live the streets
But there’s only so many hours in a day
And I use ’em to make beats, oi
In the studio, immersed in, rehearsing my technique
I live loops, sleep snares and breathe beats
Then sit through, keep the best there and only leave to eat
Shut the door, pen and re-record the vocal just once more
And now you know why these walls are the only walls I ever saw
Call me The Quick Draw McGraw Show
But unlodge your cord, yeah, oi
Kind of like a street score, though not the genuine article
More facts packed in a soundtrack to the acting
In a film and I’m the lead
Believe me, in the tragedy scene, a tear ran down my cheeks
So cue the fairytale finale
Listen to the dialogue, but not too deep
Soak up the feeling, but don’t quote me, please
Incidentally, don’t worry about continuity
The person we hired to do that was relieved of their duties
Also, in the first scene, my jeans are green
But then they change mysteriously to cream
Again, bad continuity, but I still mean what I mean
I wear Nike a lot, my hoodie’s a tight Schott
But does my life sound as interesting as a fight in a chip shop?
I think not, the hype’s not to be believed
I ain’t the archetypal street geez
But I am right on being a beat junkie, oi
I gave up the fight for an easy life a long time ago
When the last bird dumped me
Buy me, get one studio free
I use words for effect to illustrate passion
The themes ring fact and specifics are usually fiction, oi, oi
I probably couldn’t tell you half of what
“Has It Come To This” means
I was simply setting a scene of concrete, not sky and green trees
I still hold the same hundred-feet-high dreams
But a lot of things scare me, though
I think I read somewhere recently that fear is a useless feeling
Because I can’t run to where I’m heading
Without running from where I was, it’s all because
Where I’m from is not the issue, this is my imagination
I don’t sing the blues or feel fever
Which, by definition, ain’t spoken truth either
It floats around places I’ve never even been to
So don’t lean toward the door at four
Just as the dance floor gets raw
Some of the things this tour makes out I’d done, been or did
Wasn’t me, I weren’t the one, I’d only seen it
I was always too zoned out on drum machine shit
To worry about the day-to-day out in the dosh pit, oi, oi
Flip the 12-inch, this is the original mix, called
“Maybe My Sarcastic Brick Twist Daunting Will Be My Downfall”, oi
Suddenly I’m defined by my lyrical
So I apologise for being so self-obsessed on this tune as
Let’s get back to the story, soon as
The Streets, the score
Tell me what you think it is, ’cause I don’t know anymore

“Soaked By The Ale”

[Teddy Mitchell:]
This guy’s got me so irate, man
He’s so safe as wellHe’s got me so irate (Fuming, man)
Safest one of my mates (Cool guy, man)
But when he’s soaked by the ale (Bad news)
He’s not very nice or safe (Nah)
He’s got me so irate (Got me irate, mate)
Safest one of my mates (Good buddy)
But when he’s soaked by the ale
He’s not very nice or safe (He’s not nice, man)

We need to go back and grab the ice-cream, mate
He wanted to go back where their beer sprayed
He just gets so drunk it becomes a cliche
He’s a top bloke but can’t take his dear ale
Not only did he do that, but he wants a replay
Risking getting arrested here in Spain
And what for? For a three Euros tub of ice-cream, mate
At this point, I then speeded away

He’s got me so irate (Fucking dickhead, man)
Safest one of my mates (D’you know what I mean?)
But when he’s soaked by the ale (Here we go)
He’s not very nice or safe
He’s got me so irate (Told him to fix up)
Safest one of my mates
But when he’s soaked by the ale (Oh)
He’s not very nice or safe

Man, he’s laughing like a loud lout, shouting jokes (That’s on)
It’s the shit that got him kicked out by Simone
Not even thinking about the row at home (Nope)
Acting like a clown in a lout show (Haha, yeah, yeah, yeah)
So then he then slips down and clouds the window
Drops the ice-cream on the ground below (Oh, God)
Stumbling ’round through the doorway, out on his toes
And we all had to run down the road (Fucking hell)

He’s got me so irate
Safest one of my mates (Yeah)
But when he’s soaked by the ale
He’s not very nice or safe
He’s got me so irate (He always does it)
Safest one of my mates (Yeah, yeah)
But when he’s soaked by the ale (Ooh)
He’s not very nice or safe (Nah)

[Mike Skinner:]
We should just go back to the shop
I don’t wanna- you know what I mean?
It’s gonna cost three Euros for a fucking ice-cr- this ice-cream
D’you know what I mean? Yeah, it’s just three Euros, but
Three Euros for a tub of ice-cream, d’you know what I mean?

[Teddy Mitchell:]
I could see it coming, I could see what he thought
I knew I should have tried to thwart (I knew it)
I should have taken the tub off him in the store
Stopping him shoving it in his shorts
Then he wouldn’t have sworn at the señor (Don’t do that, man)
Or smashed the window to pieces on the floor
Causing me to have to panic before (Oh)
Rushing him and me out the door (You right, man?)

He’s got me so irate
Safest one of my mates
But when he’s soaked by the ale
He’s not very nice or safe (Nah)
He’s got me so irate (I’m really pissed off)
Safest one of my mates
But when he’s soaked by the ale (I told him to stop drinking)
He’s not very nice or safe

Fucking idiot, man, he’s always doing it

 

“Dreams”

[Verse 1]
No idea of the time at all, I had a dream about a bicycle
Just the chain and pedals, not much detail, I recall
Choking on the Tylenol, my whole throat’s on fire
I drink as much as I can drink, I feel dire
The meaning of the dream is missing, watching TV won’t find it
The book some little shit nicked, that would have deciphered it
My mind’s stinging, sky’s chinking in, I might dip the blinds a bit
As channels change, time flicks, while I’m thinking
Sweat in every pore, clothes soaking and stewed
Then freezing cold and a shivering flu
Searing pain through to the back of my throat, sipping soup
My eyes hurt from all the tripping too
I put the covers back and swallow, swallow and feel hot
Why am I having this dream about this bicycle? What?
My mind’s trying to slip me the wisdom it’s been thinking
But my body isn’t in the spirit to listen

[Chorus]
My dreams teach me which dreams I need to seek
Reveal the deceits I speak but keep believing
But dreams speak in speech, scream and squeak to me
Which is the reason I’m weak to see what I need

[Verse 2]
The drugs are creeping in, they’re easing the grief
Relieving the fever, only leaving a week to use
Getting easier to deal with, it’s getting easier to breathe
I could even heave weed
Do two more of these beans, three of these
I’m breathing easier and I’ve seen what the dream means
The bike in my mind, the wheels are wheeling but I can leave it be
Settle on the channel pleasing me for once on the TV
I see what I asked of, I release the laptop
I’m not so madly cold, that’s gone
Pull the covers back, chuffed I’m over that
The answer was on my lap, I read it on the Net that
Says a dream about bicycles means you’re reeling ’round in cycles
And you need to leave things behind you
And I’m not filled with questions any more
I feel much better and blanker
The answer I kept asking for was to stop requesting answers

 

“Deluded in my mind”

[Intro]
Absolutely Dame Judy Dench

[Verse 1]
My condition is a delusion created to escape my blame
And Dave thinks Glaswegian police are superheroes
Which his brain may have created
When the railings rattle in a mad bit of Glasgow
The police make him feel safer
So his condition is a delusion based on fear, it seems, mainly
But that’s nothing like me

[Chorus]
Deluded in my mind
I do good things and never lie
But sometimes our minds can be the liars
And that’s why it wasn’t I
I’m deluded in my mind
I do good things and never lie
But sometimes our minds can be the liars
And that’s why it wasn’t I

[Verse 2]
But Lydia is nothing like me
She’s really unlucky in life, see
She’s prone to getting into a tight squeeze
She’s broken seven bones in her life, see
There’s no condition of delusion when it comes to Lydia at all
I thought I might be deluded ’cause her tale is ruddy unbelievable
A dislocated shoulder and a stolen car and a whole steal more
Her condition is of no delusion, Lydia is real to the core
But that’s nothing like me either
[Chorus]
I’m deluded in my mind
I do good things and never lie
But sometimes our minds can be the liars
And that’s why it wasn’t I
I’m deluded in my mind
I do good things and never lie
But sometimes our minds can be the liars
And that’s why it wasn’t I

[Verse 3]
Steve, I think he might be like me
I felt that his mind might be lying
Something about him didn’t quite fit
This is why I really like Steve
Steve’s opinion is a conclusion that a road can curse its drivers
Which, initially, I figured was either stupid
Or, at best, his mind was mad
But how can I say he’s stupid when the thing about delusions
Is that I wouldn’t know I was mad?
Steve’s only condition is that it’s my opinion he’s deluded
But maybe I am?
So there’s no way to tell delusions from the concrete given facts
Maybe the common consensus is actually just madness
Maybe the wacky madman is actually not mad
And maybe if I carry on shouting, you’ll forget what I do bad
[Chorus]
I’m deluded in my mind
I do good things and never lie
But sometimes our minds can be the liars
And that’s why it wasn’t I
I’m deluded in my mind
I do good things and never lie
But sometimes our minds can be the liars
And that’s why it wasn’t I

[Bridge]
So Dave is nothing like me
Lydia is nothing like me
Steve is nothing like me
And Bigfoot, that’s a different story

[Chorus]
I’m deluded in my mind
I do good things and never lie
But sometimes our minds can be the liars
And that’s why it wasn’t I
I’m deluded in my mind
I do good things and never lie
But sometimes our minds can be the liars
And that’s why it wasn’t I

“Where My Heart Has Been”

 

It’s time to go low, It’s time to go low
Is this space where my heart has been?
It’s time to go low, It’s time to go low
Is this space where my heart has been?Don’t give them what they think they want just give them what they need
I don’t wanna want what I want but I know that your heart bleeds

It’s time to go low, It’s time to go low
Is this space where my heart has been?

From my heart that is defective passed my bark that says I’m weak
I never parked on art for sex, I parked with what’s effected
part of that is what is gone before, shards of my own law
shattered so they can’t say I ever parked up for the score
I make music that’s what I’ll do with it, we’ll hang together ruefully
but to a ruthless melody I’ll hang these boots on me
I ran with the best but panned on the test that is for yes
And when the lights go out we run the plight that we’re about
Don’t give them what they think they want just give them what they need
I don’t wanna want what I want but I know that your heart bleeds
We all happen to hang our heads here, I lost sight of that fact in fear

Is this space where my heart has been?

Don’t underestimate me friends, we don’t know who’s ahead til the end
I might spend all day with it and then pan the night away and make
nil and none and nan, so Jill and John and Jen can kill and con with Ken
for their fill and fun with friends
For all your pills and pons and penny I’m still stunned but sunny
over the hill – honey, anyway you’ve willed it one but when will it spill what we spon and span
I have skill with skunk and skanks
We still not act ABEND – don’t underestimate me friend
Didn’t I make it easy, didn’t I make it free
loyality is free when all the people see the dream
I’ve started so I finished even if the start is the beginning,
they aren’t in this, they partied willing

It’s time to go low, It’s time to go low
Is this space where my heart has been?
It’s time to go low, It’s time to go low
Is this space where my heart has been?

Don’t give them what they think they want just give them what they need
I don’t wanna want what I want but I know that your heart bleeds
Take your flunky and dangle, fake your funk and handle it
I make funk on any angle, and get some kind of age old fangul
time put down can be irrelevant of gain
that’s the element of pain – for the blessing of the game
I might spend all day praying – pannying every kind of way
tapping the pencil henceforth – forever in a day
and suffer for nothing – that’s the glough – I fucking love it bruv
what goes in don’t come out, joke jump in a shout

It’s time to go low, It’s time to go low
Is this space where my heart has been?
It’s time to go low, It’s time to go low
Is this space where my heart has been?

You and me forever walking

It’s time to go low, It’s time to go low
Is this space where my heart has been?
It’s time to go low, It’s time to go low
Is this space where my heart has been?

 

“In the Middle”

[Hook x6]
Beginning with a shock
The end can be a riddle
It’s the best time for love, live in the middle

[Verse 1]
I’m the man it black get-up, get up
No let up, let go bruv
Forget me not sweatin’ this lot
In Reeboks and G-Shocks
Roll it up, it rolls on good man
This circus is circus life from the clowns and the tigers
Them all caged out of sight
You guessed it good, yes yes
It is sweat, a new deck’s top
That gets props as a blessing
And the rest can fuck off

[Verse 2]
From the medium, tedium, tweedle-dum
It could be quite fun to relive in detail when this week is not done
But when we’re feeling the beginnings of the week being done
We release some more money from the deal in the evening
Please don’t be low, we don’t know
Any people who don’t know how to
Smoke a Joe or bestow
On a bro givin toke
[Verse 3]
Head in this get up, this dress up
Christen get blessin’
Sweet sounds of Cavalry’s carol sing
Gravity lands them in here
Give it back to me flat out
Please strike a melody felon
Just never wear red and green
Never wear death or fear

[Hook x6]
Beginning with a shock
The end can be a riddle
It’s the best time for love, live in the middle

 

“Lovelight of my life”

Intro: I want to give you to Mr Michael he has some lyrics for you

A formula four attraction can be formed into a fraction
And e equals this mc square for being stupid and seeing cupid
But then that is just then, the agony of ecstasy when
Like a fever of a sort recovery and another fever leads to the other lesson of le feeling of a not so loving walk
But a good ol bout of night club shouts and finest tiling grout
Kind of outlines an eery early sketchy theory clearly
How does one define the time when love becomes divine

(The Lovelight of my life) Is 82 percent water its a mystery being mortal
(The Lovelight of my life) Is 82 percent water its a mystery being mortal

As much water as i can drink i know is good but unfortunately its tastes of small interest sipped in a boring ritual
If i walk an hour to drink after walking countless minutes you’d think its the same drink but my gosh this water tastes the silt
Can you be friends with sarah, Looking fair and in a bend, cooking nice she has her eyes on you, for see being a divorcee,but if i walked a day to drink boy the mysticals change wind is totally off this day it is,drinking this amazing drink

(The Lovelight of my life) Is 82 percent water its a mystery being mortal
(The Lovelight of my life) Is 82 percent water its a mystery being mortal
(The Lovelight of my life) Oi, Is 82 percent water its a mystery being mortal
(The Lovelight of my life) Geezers
(oh yeah whats the tune called. hehe)

 

“Swine Flu”

He’s behind you
He’s got swine flu
Make a sacrifice for societies sake
(no) decapitate your mate!

You started sneezing
I could see that you were freezing
In the heat of this really, unbelievable evening
The streets were all empty but for overturned cars
Bellowing smoke from the sparse roads clothed with scars
The brain dead in face masks wandered, Im stretched
Sizzling bacon from beyond the farfetched
Ive never hurt my friend till the very burning end
Is what flirtingly I said to my best friends head

Verse 2:
The story then was told
It got gory it unfolded
Broadcasters blasting out stories of the poorly
I dont advocate anarchy in any way
But i saw him scratch a rash
And i had to grab an axe
Weve all known each other since the groans of our mothers
And throwing with our brothers little stones in the river
The fact that my man might not actually expire
Caused me some ire while i hauled him on the fire
Theres something that I need to share with you all
I can’t go on lying Im developing sores
Im turning Im burning up Im turning back bro
Ill hold them up while u turn and run

 

“David Hassles”

You’re giving me David Hassles
I just want a Daniel Beddett

There’s a tear in my tea
I do fear what will be
You talk like you walk with a dictionary
Tell your friends, this will never end
Time is a dime we fucking well spend

Your music is not better than it sounds

Limited channels of primitive fannel
Cookery souped-up, doupery what
Chances and lotteries, that’s not for me
Luxury flattery, what have we got
Like brandy or whines
Throttle me, wattle me, bottle me nine
If it looks like a duck
And it walks like a duck
And it talks like a duck
It needs more time to cook

You’re singing a song which is limping along
You’ve not got the voice now, get up and be strong

You’re giving me David Hassles
I just want a Daniel Beddett

Diplomacy, making no sound like we
And go to hell, sound like peace
It’s a disarming charm
While your army is arming
I need a tool for the job
I may be a fool, I don’t dob
Choking on smoke and strokin’ on tokes
Like a full sugar allen you provoke
People who hear you sing say you don’t
Give me a set-list, set it to a jist
The night is cold like I’s not liking
The night is as old as just being pissed
My problems are flown in daily
Living my life holding sides
Spliffin’ the finger indecisive
But now I’m not sure of why
When we’re angry, we slander
We often will pander, that slang can be bang on

You giving me David Hassles
I just want a Daniel Beddett

I’m not really thinking this
I watch and listen into things
But once I’ve seen and I do know
That’s my emotions at show
This is me, the me I be
Collective reactions seen by people

You giving me David Hassles
I just want a Daniel Beddett

The mystique of what you seek can never exist
The gist is just this
I jest and I test your dress to suggest
You quest to be any but breasts in a vest
So cheek when you speak as if you were unique
It leaks from your beak like the beaded white streaks of weekend beak
I speak with a tweak
You’re a beacon of weakness
If it looks like a duck and it walks like a duck
And it talks like a duck
It needs more time to cook

 

“Routine Check” (Feat The Mitchell Brothers)

[Teddy Mitchell]
Spoken: The good thing with the law these days, right, is that
Criminals know their rights better than their wrongs

[Hook: Teddy Mitchell]
What do you mean routine check?
I didn’t take this route to be checked
Sounds like you routinely check
Any youths in jeans and creps
What do you mean routine check?
I didn’t take this route to be checked
Sounds like you routinely check
Any youths in jeans and creps

[Verse 1: Teddy Mitchell]
Ten to nine, Teddy tends to not have time, that’s when
Teddy wants to decline to entertain all your pisstaking jibes
I tell you my name I’m identified by and when the station
Verifies, you’ll realise what I tell you is right
Your hand dips inside my black Stan Smiths, rustles my
CK boxers, fuck’s sake nearly grabbed man’s dick, cunt-stable
Sorry, I didn’t mean cunt-stable, but that name feels so comfortable and I find it so fun to talk cause cunt-stable ain’t done nothing at all
I don’t fit the description of the kid who kicked all them doors off
Their hinges, listen mate I just spitted that anilic, you and
Your sidekicks getting kicks off my side’s embarrassment
But you’ll see me end up in the van again and you’ll hear the cell door slam again
[Hook]

[Verse 2: Tony Mitchell] (Police officer)
What’s the problem officer? (Just a routine check mate that’s why we stopping you) This is the
Third time now, must be popular, never knew I had fans, oh here’s my autograph, as you can
See it’s all steady yeah I bought my car, licence insurance it’s all proper (Listen
I make that decision you just keep it on guard Mr. Tony Mitchell from Manor Park with
Your saggy jeans looking like you so hard wearing jackets twice your size like you’re carrying arms You’ve got to
Stand here) What? You’re having a laugh, if this is what I’m being held for, kiss my ass
I showed you all my papers now what more do you need? (Now come on son where you hiding all the weed?
Is it in the glove compartment or under the seat? Behind the sun visor smart very neat now
Listen son you might as well tell me what you got) What you on about? Obviously your plan’s flopped
Trying to put me wrist in cuffs I think not I know I ain’t got no skunk so just piss off
I’m Marvin I need to go to the chip shop, pardon me, Sgt. Martin, I’ve got to nip off
I wish I could stay but I can’t be stopped maybe next time, we could all kick off

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Kano]
Aw, man
What the fuck do you want from me? I just want to be left alone so don’t even bother me
Interrupt me and accuse me wrongfully I ain’t got the time this is long for me
Spoken: [Blah blah blah, Kane
Robinson, twenty first of the fifth eighty five, Forest Gate
Hospital] You know the kid’s with a piston out of breath cause you
Lost them all, you won’t find a box of merck so spare me the time of the stop and search
Two black boys and they got a Merc, if it was stolen why would we stop the Merc?
You pulled us to try and find problems, like Jay-Z and 99 Problems
I’m a bad boy anyway always got protection, 99 Condoms
Yeah officer, course I’m a thief, dealing little drugs and my boot smell of weed
Run around the block saying “fuck the police”, I learnt that from a D-Block CD
So fuck your routine, mind your own business, never mind me
[Hook]

[Verse 4: The Streets]
Oi oi I don’t get many routine checks these bros are not the
Same, apart from the day off that train from that Tottenham game, I do tend to end days in the police station
On occasion lately, once a week, maybe
I get a crime reference number for my most recent phone
The police code that’s the code for a free phone
Take one camera phone, tell them I got jacked of the phone
When in fact actually though, the previous evening back at home
I played Babyfoot, no-one jacked my phone
I madly gambled my phone and got smacked by my bro
Vacate the station with a pace back up the road
And hope next Saturday I won’t lose my brand spanking phone

[Hook x2]

Fuck it! It’s strange that man should take up crime when there’s so many legal ways to be dishonest

 

“Nite Nite” (feat Kano)

[Intro – Mike Skinner]
Seriously man
Like you know when you’ve got a good girl
Well you know when she means something to you
When you’ve got like a name
Like I had a name for this girl
I used to call her lady bird (here we go again)
Cos she always played red
In Connect Four (here we, here we go again)

[Hook – Leo The Lion]
Link ’em and then leave then ’em high
I’ve been tellin’ all my man’s for time
Link ’em and then leave ’em high
They never take my advice
But now I realise, I realise why
They have not been listening all this time
Cos since I linked you, last night
I won’t be taking my advice

[Verse 1 – Kano]
Look, I call her nite nite
Cos it seems from the day right to the bright light
That I like her too much to say bye-bye
And we were getting on fine right
I don’t wanna spoil it
I don’t know why
I can’t commit to girls
And I tell white lies
I’ll find out the hard way cos shes got my favourite smile
My favourite style, the first hotel, my favourite time
But late and we could have a baby maybe
A baby boy my favourite child
I’m way too tired, my favourite lie
My verse I’m so sure her favourite rhyme
The windows are steamed up it’s shaking time
Wait we’re way too bait
I bought her her favourite shoes (well they better be)
And shes even my favourite size
And she knows I hate holding hands and I’m hooded up when its bait inside
So I guess shes my favourite right
[Leo The Lion]
Right, Cos nothing comes close to you

[Kano]
So numbers no boys are taking yours
And no girls are taking mine
Groupies? Fuck that, I’m taking time
We speak from like 8 till late at night
When we gets on top, drop my favourite line (girl I ain’t going nowhere)

[Kano Speaking]
I plain ain’t going nowhere
But, I like you, and it might take some time
But really I’m like

[Leo The Lion & Kano]
Here we go again

[Hook]

[Kano]
I call her sometimes, and I wake her up at some dumb times
Touch my phone and her number my thumb finds
Cos shes ideal like a nice meal, and a night in with a nice film
Maybe some wine, maybe sometime we could
Hold hands in the park in the sunshine
Be patient with me if I’ve got three raves in a week
Or in the studio away for a week
One day we can book a vacation and leave
But please, no drama
I don’t need beef like Shane, Forbe, Fabian and Dean
I’m just focused on making the peas
Braking the team, chasing the dream
I ain’t on the street, maybe sometimes
But you can’t say I don’t make enough time
We speak every day and meet every week
But I don’t know maybe its me
You got it planned out
I don’t make plans
You know me I wait and I see
But if we were together or even now if we weren’t sort of, but were together
Would you be faithful to me, treat me with a sarnie and make me a tea
Come link me late, wake up from sleep and still look hot like 80 degrees
[Leo The Lion]
And you know I never say that sort of thing

[Kano Speaking]
See? That’s an angel to me
I wouldn’t have said that before, you get me?
Like… she’s making me weak

[Hook]

[Leo The Lion]
No, no, no, no, no, no
Oh my, my, ow
Baby we could do this again sometime
I even had a special name for you
It’s ‘Long Baby’, cos you always on my mind, yeah
I’ll tell you straight, so straight, yeah
I won’t tell my mates (won’t tell my mates)
No, no, I know, No, I know
Yeah I like you baby
Here we go
Here we go again
Here we
Here we go again

 

“Slow Songs” (feat Giggs)

They talk about they wanna cut crime down
I do something positive and they fly down
I’m pissed off, so I lie down
Grab a spliff, grab a pen, and I wind down
Mad poverty
Niggers can’t get jobs so they buy brown
Buy light, drive round
Tryna hustle on the streets to get the right pound
A little youths getting knifed down
Cos nigga got pissed and brought a knife round
They don’t care about a sign said put the knives down
Next little niggers gonna get the knives now
Rinse off the ting and put a life down
Think of the shit we live our lives round
That’s why I can’t understand all the fight down

[Hook: Mike Skinner]
When the shadows in the sun grow long
We listen to a slow, slow song

I used to roll strapped up packing a Glock
Running round rinsing at the back of a block
Used to shot cats whole packets of rock
Now I make music, what they planning to block
Fuck these lil’ faggoty cops
I came a long way from a raggedy top
Old Reeboks, and my Gravitys on
Now everything drops I get my gravity on
The whole industry getting mad at me songs
Saying they don’t like me the way I’m carrying on
Been a mad journey
These fucker don’t know where I’m travelling from
Tryna make my buzz lighter
Tryna get to me locking down my blud Kyzer
Smoke weed while sipping on a Budweiser
[Hook: Mike Skinner]

It’s just a phase we know
That hazy glow
Coming off the blazing road
But I’m like Amir Khan, I appear calm
All that clear charm
But I clip your ear ole’ raw
Keep score of what I got
In the drawer with the socks
Feeling ever more than a lot
I used to score shotting at the squats
Fuck it, duck it in the bucket seat
Spunked all my currency and my luck, you see
Am I grind blind
Frightened sometimes
Mixing white wine with whine
Late nights on the pave like
With Dave types
Chitter chatter with the latter
Wave bye
Behave right
Let’s stay tight

[Hook: Mike Skinner]

 

“Crying Game” (Feat Professor Green)

[Verse 1: Professor Green]
No religion, all I follow is my feet no psalms
As far as holy water I would need a bath
Even breathing stressing he didn’t even ask
So far passed stressed that I can’t even see the ‘r’?
His is as I am truly, high at times I’m ruly
My minds screwed, and my moods blew as a lazuli?
Add to that my heart isn’t good I lie to these groupies
Like I like em I don’t like em I just like to get the goodies
So disrespectful giving your chick a neck full, of salty water
She sorta looks like she bit on a pretzle
Skilled I’m passed that, I’m past them
Got that lemon pass that, then you lucky if you see it passed back

[Hook]

[Verse 2: The Streets]
Never trust a man with two phones
You couldn’t throw Pro Green like you’d throw two stones
And Pro Green knows, I’m in the gap in this market
For the gafts and sharp wit, I laugh it off partly but
Have to start to think, no parteners in this
Just a part of the business, after the party is finished
We part with a wish, Danny Dyer eating Paella, in that dire dwelling
So badly wanted out, one more try on the selling
The 80’s dream was the fate of our scheme
Me, Ted Mayhem and team, In sport we were taught to be sporting
But in law we were courting something
But don’t rate me in the 80’s we were naughty in the noughties
There’s a parroty, now I see, that’s between charity
I beat you at your peak, I’ll beat you on the beak
Ask me anything, many men end here
Many never made lengths, I’ll tell you when your spent
Now you care for me
You see it Mike, they think I speak as nice but I don’t belive the hype
Now you care for me
Them man are idiots, there’s no defeating us, soon they’ll see that it’s a *crying game*

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Professor Green]
I’m on jet fuel, them man are on fumes, dizzy
I guess them man are on shrooms
I’m as bad as an animal got loose
It’s sticky in the manor?
Oh when your moving Mike, why you still moving why?
When they look at you like when you move
Don’t matter what you do with the mic

 

 

“Boys Will Be Boys” (Feat Jaykae)

Boys will be boys
And so will some men
Fix my problems
But miss where my woes went
You’ve grown in the gym
Like you’ve grown in your bed
It’s a thick winter
You want a rope vestWe rolled up in a column
We flew in a queue
You need to skip to the plan
You need some glue for your root
You’re trending backwards
Your music loses views
Try and scare man like Jay
And say “boo” to a bluenose
Scare man like Jay
Say “boo” to a bluenose

We’re fixed to being juvenile
Glued to our youths
Let the Scottish beat turn up
Get loose in the house
And when it’s no hats and no hoods
Still cute in the shoes

Boys will be boys
And so will some men
I’ll never go out naked
I’m never at home dressed
Big questions like what came first
The yolk or the hen
But payday they don’t play
Scope it and leng

You man can’t chat to the king
When I’ve got straps that’ll ring, ring, ring
You think your bredrin’s hard in jail
Blud I’ll get him wrapped on a wing
Blud take off your chaps and your
Yo take off your chaps and your
Ring, ring, ring
Your can try violate me
Just know what that’s gonna bring
Fuck that, I’m a big man now
And I got a punch that’ll sit man down
Gotta ding girls, I will skid that round
You got the keys, I’ll kick that down, down

Boys will be boys
And so will some men
So fucking loud it spoke
To those that are dead
Your resting bitch face
Your pouting default
You hate to be educated
Which fails you to be told
So beast mode on the bench
Pounds and swole
Horseplay’s for men
We’re just bouncing like foals
We are pigs in spirit
We are sails to the soul
Words can fuck you up, eh?
Nouns can be trolls
But when there’s no danger around
Cowards are born

Don’t fret it pal
We can’t get on the guest list now
No checking out, that’s not it
Walk the walk but don’t question how
Tell my man don’t chat no shit
Trust now jump on the M6 now
You got a piece, I’ll bring my sound
Anywhere I go, I’m the best in town
Invest your rounds and get dressed now
Let’s be about it, go at it again

Boys will be boys
And so will some men
Big questions like what came first
The yolk or the hen
But for me it’s more like what comes first
The toast or my egg
We were cool at the start
But we choked on the end
Only just broke but it’s supposed to not bend

“Burn Bridges”

Burn bridges, burn bridges
There are worse things than hurt feelingsIt’s not a hurdle, is it?
It’s eternal I think
These words in a riddle
No these words are crystal
Nurse a whole drink, to the world that we lived
Emerce in the drink
Disperse a whole cigarette
Traverse the whole city
Let the hearse do a skid
Work out new things
Be further in spirit

Burn bridges, burn bridges
There are worse things than hurt feelings, literally

Turn out this shit, buy the word in a minute
I’m the QWERTY keyboard
This turgid lickspit
You wouldn’t confer your sister
Perched on ridges
You can turn to witching
I’ve been worse off in ditches

Burn bridges, burn bridges
There are worse things than hurt feelings
Burn bridges, burn bridges
There are worse things than hurt feelings, literally

It’s not worth being bitches
Not turn on decisions
Let’s disperse into midnight
Then refer back to history
(It’s not worth being bitches)
Internal willing, I won’t do dissing
It stir up reminisces

Burn bridges, burn bridges
There are worse things than hurt feelings
Burn bridges, burn bridges
There are worse things than hurt feelings, literally

I learned not to snivel
Meet hurt with a giggle
Work out the stitches
This journal is abridged
Observe your pursed lips
Cursing this shit
Got a nerve even listening
Certainly a limit
Been cursing your spirit
It’s been turning me rigid
Won’t turn to kicking
I don’t yearn to hit drinks
I just yearn to hit things

Burn bridges
There are worse things than hurt feelings, literally
Burn bridges, burn bridges
There are worse things than hurt feelings, literally
Burn bridges, burn bridges
There are worse things than hurt feelings, literally

It’s not worth being bitches
Not turn on decisions
Let’s disperse into midnight
Then refer back to history
Woooh-ooooh

Burn bridges, burn bridges, burn bridges
Then refer back to history
It’s not worth being bitches
Not turn on decisions
Let’s mercy kill this

Burn bridges
It’s a term of endearment
Let’s turf out the bins
Let’s learn not to live with it
Who want’s a circle of flinchers?
A heard of chickens
A church on non-religious
Burn bridges

“If You Ever Need To Talk I’m Here”

By dawn I close the book or it will be dusk on the page
We’re beaten in the rainfall till there’s blood in the rain
I feel your eyes on me whenever I duck away from saying
Envy eats everyone like rust on the paint
I ran the platform but I end up stuck on the train
Fluke’s not a dude, yo, luck be a lady
If you ever need to talk, you know that I’m here
But there’s no way I’d say, yeah, let’s both be really clearIf I ever told you I needed you, I really needed you
If I told you I needed you and you weren’t there
When I told you I needed you, I really needed you
If you’re not here when I need you, I never need you again

There’s a different weed for every scene, there’s a plume for every mood
We partied on the train, we had to do in the tube
This story’s not mad, it’s really lunacy news
Your basic merchandise, a black Fruit of the Loom
Running to our deaths we all zoom to our tombs
This is not a nightclub, it’s a room with a queue
Please don’t give spoilers, I won’t give clues to the movie
There’s too many answers but too questions few

If I ever told you I needed you, I really needed you
If I told you I needed you and you weren’t there
When I told you I needed you, I really needed you
If you’re not here when I need you, I never need you again

We patch over a love triangle by sowing on a square
Not everyone’s a king, thrones are so rare
Download memes, laugh, decode and then share
Fast in a vacuum, but slow in the air
My worship needs a shape up, a blow dry for my prayers
Keep you the rosaries but loan me your prayers
Hold on to the job, no, throw out the career
Lead us not to temptation, we know our own way there

If I ever told you I needed you, I really needed you
And if I told you I needed you and you weren’t there
When I told you I needed you, I really needed you
If you’re not here when I need you, I never need you again

If you ever need to talk, you know that I’m here
There’s no way I’d say, yeah, let’s both be really clear
Been gambling on my own, playing poker for years
The river will drag you under when it looks to flow so clear
Wind never sings from afar, it only blows near
I hate you and I know you, but I just don’t know, dear
Fast days, they go so fast, but oh so slow the years
If you ever need to talk, you know I’m here

If I ever told you I needed you, I really needed you
And if I told you I needed you and you weren’t there
When I told you I needed you, I really needed you
If you’re not here when I need you, I never need you again

If I ever told you I needed you, I really needed you
And if I told you I needed you and you weren’t there
When I told you I needed you, I really needed you
If you’re not here when I need you, I never need you again

“Sometimes I Hate My Friends More Than My Enemies”

Remember what you said to me
Twenty-three, twenty-three
I’m your enemy’s enemy
Remember what you said to me
Twenty-three, twenty-threeYeah, you may as well not help me, yeah
Just send for me
Tonight is black with white, yeah
Just like Paname
I need a girl right now, I need a heroine
What was that thing you gave me, was that heroin?
What was that day you gave it to me, yesterday?
I wake up my legs, that’s not it, my head is dead
There’s too many women and there’s too many men in here
Angels like you, fucking with the devil in me

Remember what you said to me
Twenty-three, twenty-three
I’m your enemy’s enemy
Remember what you said to me
Twenty-three, twenty-three

Oi, sometimes I hate my friends more than my enemies
A friend to all is not a friend to anyone
But each time the chips are down we will be leveling
Got the cup and went all the way like Wembley
Girls on one, boys on two, head for three
On the way out, in the Maybach, on the way back, pedaling
Flying high, flying high, flying, bury me
Angels like you, fucking with the devil in me

Sometimes I hate my friends more than my enemies
You’re supposed to have my back more than any of these
Say what you meant man I don’t take offense easy
Herbal living, ain’t got no time
Parsley, basil then fenugreek yeah
Positivity, negativity, none of these are felonies
Sometimes I hate my friends more than my enemies
Sometimes I hate my friends more than my enemies
Angels like you, fucking with the devil in me

Remember what you said to me
Twenty-three, twenty-three
Remember what you said to me
Twenty-three, twenty-three
I’m your enemy’s enemy
Remember what you said to me
Twenty-three, twenty-three

“You Are Not The Voice In Your Head”

I look at my watch for the time this second
But then at my phone to confirm it’s true
She comes back in from the bathroom smelling
The same as before but I guess a bit new
“There’s no such thing as a joke”, she says
“There’s only jest with the truth”
But she accepts the apology I never said
And I get on with attempting to be cute
Her eyes look Photoshop catch like wet
Could see the reflection back behind my head
Every time her eyes closed I dreamed a whole thread
But reality was better than the truth
I said, “I hope girls will start to instead
Because now men can’t try the first move”
I knew it wasn’t clever, it was wrong saying out
Her eyes rolled like a fruit machine not paying out
She said, “Don’t be that guy when we’ve only just met
Don’t try the trousers of what doesn’t suit you”You are not the voice in your head
You’re the one who listens to it

She checked her feed and I grabbed at the menu
And I felt like a child letting go of a balloon
I said, “It’s just too hard to know how to tread
I need more time guys so just try to keep it moving”
No more time guys become and all over rash
And it takes you by shock, it gets just fucking, “Ooh”
I was leaning in to try to get a little bit friendly
We were shooting up the bar with arrows of cupid
Wondered whether she felt like she was sitting in the bath
And then moved and was cold and was covered in goosebumps
Said if me and her threw our problems on a stack
I would see hers and I’d want mine back

You are not the voice in your head
You’re the one who listens to it
You are not the voice in your head
You’re the one who listens to it

In the real world girls aren’t making moves
Someone needs to if we want the race to continue
I pointed but we almost kinda near enough touch
She remained still and didn’t duck when we didn’t touch
You’re all lost, you’re eating sweets at the seaside
Women need to be free so we can free you guys

You kiss the toy then avoid what’s important
You miss the point like you miss the toilet
Awkward, thirsty, trying to corner off
She caught me at my worst like the boy in my corner shop
How the hell’s a man supposed to know why you are saying things
When it is against the rules to find out straight
Despite what it might seem like it’s fucking implicit
What someone thinks about you is none of your business

You are not the voice in your head
You’re the one who listens to it
You are not the voice in your head
You’re the one who listens to it

 

“Bad guy in this story”

Just one redlight on the street
Contemplating something peak
Want something I couldn’t keep
With someone I shouldn’t be with
Rain down on a dwelling fence
With something for self-defense
Mirror signal bump the tred
Looking resting fuck you tense
Red lights ambers all I see
Everything is green

*Start Chorus*
I am the bad guy in this story
But there’s a story before you’ve not seen
Starts out on ordinary warm summer evenings
Forward past autumn don’t talk shit to me
I am the bad guy in this story
But there’s a story before you’ve not seen
Starts out on ordinary warm summer evenings
Forward past autumn don’t talk shit to me
*End Chorus*

Just one redlight on the street
Man I’m trembling on my seat
We are capable full of evil
Ordinary folk don’t agree
What they secret in their keepsake box of dreams till it is peak
*Bridge*

*Start Chorus*
I am the bad guy in this story
But there’s a story before you’ve not seen
Starts out on ordinary warm summer evenings
Forward past autumn don’t talk shit to me
I am the bad guy in this story
But there’s a story before you’ve not seen
Starts out on ordinary warm summer evenings
Forward past autumn don’t talk shit to me
*End Chorus*

*Outro*

 

“Hold me while I hold this”

I will not lose, I will not lose
Hold me will you my girl? Just while I hold this L
Cut me the cheque in the dressing room
Cut me the fleck in the dressing room
No uck in the bed, then get dressed in tune
I will not lose, sweat on the back of my neck
Run me my rhythm on the deck

I am a hero in love, coke zero fucks

I will not lose, i will not lose
Hold me will you my girl? Just while I hold this L
Be nice to people on crud
Not trying to be on the riverbed
Smell on your breath all the bud
Take wine into the river of heads

I will not lose, I will not lose
Hold me will you my girl? Just while I hold this L
I will not lose, I will not lose
Why picking & choose? I am still not through

Joe grind verse & outro part:

Look – If I haven’t finished fighting then I ain’t lost
I haven’t finished spitting if they ain’t moshed
I might fly, buy a ticket, do it first class
Who my son? Romeo, but I ain’t Bosch
No need to mention why she buys her own shit
She goes hard & she knows it
Some days I might feel like I took an L
She says “Its alright, babes – let me hold this”
I’m all-in, I won’t quit
You’ll never see me handing in my notice
Mans acting like I have a notice
Man are talking bout me saying I’m one of the coldest
People say I’m nice, yeah I know this
I go hard & I own it
They say I ain’t earned my place, did no tricks
I work hard, no expelliosis
You might see me on the jet with my Broski’s
Thats a win in my eyes, fuck a trophy
Usher woman, I’m the life of the party
How much do you wanna bet that she knows me
We roll in, I go in, Kill the rave then I’m ghostin’
Tell the mandem grab those tings
We gon’ have a afterparty who’s hosting?
Cause he goes hard but mans harder
Thats why he can’t go after (Me)
He goes in – I’m still out here
Thats why he can’t win, call me a grafter
I will not lose, I will not lose
Hold me will you my girl?
Cause man ain’t taking no more L’s
Let man know

 

“The Things you need to Pattern”

*Intro*

It’s merely friendly banter
I never mean to glance up when you’re in the act of dancing
Us dancing ’round is madness

Let’s fecking get it in
Let’s fecking get the money
Let’s be fecking up some numbers and get the heck out to the sun

The way that you are talking
The way you’re always walking
Phrases me to say it
You make me feel

I want to be with you
On the plane away and zoom
You start to playing with your shoes
I want to play with what I view

You have your little problems
Things you need to pattern
I am on a madness but I have to have you bad

You have your little problems
Things you need to pattern
I am on a madness but I have to have you bad
There’s two types of girl
Those who want power as a girl
And those you want their power to be power in the world

I want to look to someone sure hand to free me up
Are you purest in the loving if your hand needs no glove

You don’t have to fight back
You don’t have to send
In every single argument
You’re invited to attend

You have your little problems
Things you need to pattern
I am on a madness but I have to have you back

You have your little problems
Things you need to pattern
I am on a madness but I have to have you back

You get to shine
Please don’t sweat
A healthy mind
Easy breath

You have your little problems
Things you need to pattern
I am on a madness but I have to have you back
You have your little problems
Things you need to pattern
I am on a madness but I have to have you back

You get to shine
Please don’t sweat
A healthy mind
Easy breath

It’s merely friendly banter
I never mean to glance up when you’re in the act of dancing
Us dancing ’round is madness
Let’s fecking get it in
Let’s fecking get the money
Let’s be fecking up some numbers and get the heck out to the sun

*Outro*

 

“Lies, Damn Lies & Instagram”

Everyone whoever loved you was wrong
Life’s been about to begin for so long
Wake up the neighbours the coffee’s so strong
If i agree with you we’d both be wrong

I can see you’re into man
Theres lies ,damn lies and instagram

Stop trying to fight it
Catch you when you’re slipping
I am not as stupid as you look

One thing you can say is its always been boring
Hear me when i say i never keep score
Don’t ride in rain then it don’t pour
A blank sheet of paper would say a lot more

I can see you’re into man
Theres lies ,damn lies and instagram

Stop trying to fight it
Catch you when you’re slipping
I am not as stupid as you look

Everyone whoever loved you was wrong
Life’s been about to begin for so long
Wake up the neighbours the coffee’s so strong
If i agree with you we’d both be wrong

I can see you’re into man
Theres lies ,damn lies and instagram

Stop trying to fight it
Catch you when you’re slipping
I am not as stupid as you look
You’re a shiver looking for a spine to run up
Rarely dusty is the dirty book

One thing you can say is its always been boring
Hear me when i say i never keep score
Don’t ride in rain then it don’t pour
A blank sheet of paper would say a lot

I can see you’re into man
Theres lies ,damn lies and instagram

Stop trying to fight it
Catch you when you’re slipping
I am not as stupid as you look
You’re a shiver looking for a spine to run up
Rarely dusty is the dirty book

 

“Who knows Who” (Feat Muse)

Money men mill about Monday morning
Another new nothing and never nearer
Assumed at the cost that it’s currently costing
I dare don’t dig any deeper down
I don’t have the head space

I don’t understand all the figures and facts
It’ll spin round till I start panic attacking
But there’s one curve ball that states my soul
Let me live out life and I’ll stay in control

You take that away, I’ll never get dressed
Money men milling in, Monday morning
I will go spend, or I will raise warning
I’m nothing but me and mine, so

Yeah I’ve been and gone
With who knows who
Doing God knows what
Don’t tell me how
I’ll return at any hour
Fuck all your law, fuck your power

Yeah I’ve been and gone
With who knows who
Doing God knows what
Don’t tell me how
I’ll return at any hour
Fuck all your law, fuck your power
My name’s magic and it’s mud
I do bad things, but I can’t rob
They don’t buy anything, they watch it
See, for their time is the commodity

The gap between art and artists grows
I’ll never know why I ever wrote this prose
I write this rubbish, but believe you me
I’ve just never been keen on tasting redness

But put the orange suit on
Shackle my ankles
I couldn’t take that, I’d be fucking…

[Get it Off!]

Yeah I’ve been and gone
With who knows who
Doing God knows what
Don’t tell me how
I’ll return at any hour
Fuck all your law, fuck your power

Yeah I’ve been and gone
With who knows who
Doing God knows what
Don’t tell me how
I’ll return at any hour
Fuck all your law, fuck your power
I don’t promote no violence
But if you all get carted off
Boys will be boys, toys’ll get tossed
Bang me up, right and rough
I’m not a people beater but
If that law gets made up, I may
Show me the cross, and I’ll take it on
Show me the cross, and I’ll take it on

I don’t promote no violence
But if you all get carted off
Boys will be boys, toys’ll get tossed
Bang me up, right and rough
I’m not a people beater but
If that law gets made up, I may
Show them the cross, and I’ll take it on
Show them the cross, and I’ll take it on

(Don’t go! No!)

Tell me what you want
Tell me what you want
Tell me what you want
Tell me what you want

Tell me what you want
Tell me what you want
Tell me what you want
Tell me what you want
Yeah I’ve been and gone
With who knows who
Doing God knows what
Don’t tell me how
I’ll return at any hour
Fuck all your law, fuck your power

Yeah I’ve been and gone
With who knows who
Doing God knows what
Don’t tell me how
I’ll return at any hour
Fuck all your law, fuck your power

 

“Your Song” (Elton John cover)

It’s a little bit funny, this feeling inside
I’m not one of those who can easily hide
I don’t have much money but boy if I did
I’d buy a big house where we both could live
If I was a sculptor, but then again, no
Or a man who makes potions in a traveling show
I know, it’s not much but it’s the best I can do
My gift is my song and this one’s for you
And you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that it’s done
I hope you don’t mind
I hope you don’t mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you’re in the world
I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss
Well, a few of the verses, well, they’ve got me quite cross
But the sun’s been quite kind while I wrote this song
It’s for people like you that keep it turned on
So excuse me forgetting but these things I do
You see I’ve forgotten if they’re green or they’re blue
Anyway the thing is what I really mean
Yours are the sweetest eyes I’ve ever seen

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