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Mother talks 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 always on the weekend, noone 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 hood and shoot, man could
Never go nowhere with me cos I'm all on my own no pity
Spit like guilty mans in the sermon movin around of this place like you never did learn em
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 wiv it
it's always just the way we're rolling
Your girl's like fucked off on Smirnoff Ice
The big ones once or twice
never made 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
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' nows the wind's beating, cheating, falling to the floor when kids are bickering.

I've been bleeding, I've been losing
Where were you when i thought what I'm choosing
And if you aint better
A lala listen up I'm stressed cos I start man impress ya
And if you aint losing
Then you aint grooving.....

I'll be down here on my own see when you come over we'll be happy an' you chat to me

I'll be alright I'll be alright
Dooby dah ah doobyda-ahh
Now I've been ah but I'm movin'
All around 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 that I've come back for

Now I'm on my train
Lighting up fuss, never gave me no game
& then the man says "wakey wakey" it's morin' 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's so low
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 a tenant
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 never play straight cos &
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
Wheee an a dumdumday.

Uh uh uh uh
'S like amarch in here
From the left to the right don't stop no pity

Uh uh uh uh
'S like a march in here
I think you're so damn pretty

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 pavement
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 freshed-up
I tick up the tester
Regulator
I'm a true man, shootin', lootin' no-one 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-thinkin', son
Where they from?
Ha - you bet they're from London
Chasin'
Ah-la-da-da-da-da ah
That's me finished...
See you later
Ciao Bella.

You sit there in your heartache
Waiting on some beautiful boy
To to save your from your old ways
You play forgiveness
Watch it now- here he comes

He doesn't look a thing like Jesus
But he talks like a gentlemen
Like you imagined when you were young

Can we climb this mountain
I don't know
Higher now than ever before
I know we can make it if we take it slow
Let's take it easy
Easy now, watch it go

We're burning down the highway skyline
On the back of a hurricane that started turning
When you were young
When you were young

And sometimes you close your eyes and see the place where you Used to live
When you were young

They say the devil's water, it ain't so sweet
You don't have to drink right now
But you can dip your feet
Every once in a little while

You sit there in your heartache
Waiting on some beautiful boy
To save you from your old ways
You play forgiveness
Watch it now here he comes

He doesn't look a thing like Jesus
But he talks like a gentlemen
Like you imagined when you were young
When you were young

I said he doesn't look a thing like Jesus
He doesn't look a thing like Jesus
But more than you'll ever know

how can I know,
how can I feel
if its good ore bad to be me?

an empty life
without you
is definitely all I can see

how good can it be
to be me?

how good can it be
to be me?

I will fight
I will not give up
You may not leave me here alone!

Would you not see
how I´ve groing up
but please, atleast answer in your phone!

how bad can it be
to be me?

how bad can it be
to be me?


melodin min är myspys.
men nu är jag för trött för att skriva mer på den nu.
jag måste ändra lite,
lite fel ibland och lite konstiga - just nu ord
"men annars är jag helnöjd"

This is the last time
That I will say these words
I remember the first time
The first of many lies
Sweep it into the corner
Or hide it under the bed
Say these things they go away
But they never do

Something I wasn't sure of
But I was in the middle of
Something I forget now
But I've seen too little of

The last time
You fall on me for anything you like
Your one last line
You fall on me for anything you like
And years make everything alright
You fall on me for anything you like
And I no I don't mind

This is the last time
That I will show my face
One last tender lie
And then I'm out of this place
So tread it into the carpet
Or hide it under the stairs
Say that some things never die
Well I tried and I tried

Something I wasn't sure of
But I was in the middle of
Something I forget now
But I've seen too little of

The last time
You fall on me for anything you like
Your one last line
You fall on me for anything you like
And years make everything alright
You fall on me for anything you like
And I no I don't mind

The last time
You fall on me for anything you like
Your one last line
You fall on me for anything you like
And years make everything alright
You fall on me for anything you like
And I no I don't mind

Usch, hur kunde jag dejta det där?
Att jag trodde det skulle fungera
Det började bra, men sen efter nån dag
Försvann all hans charm och han blekna

Det var inte den första i år
och definitivt inte sista
Det brukar bubbla från start
Med spännande prat
Romantiska möten med kyssar

Men sen tröttna jag direkt
Vilken äcklig andedräkt
Hans irriterande tics
Han är royalist
Jag förtjänar faktiskt något bättre
Jag lovar, jag kan fixa vem jag vill

Aldrig nöjd, jag blir aldrig nöjd
För lång eller kort eller smal eller bred
Jag vill hitta rätt men jag ser bara fel
Aldrig nöjd, jag blir aldrig nöjd
Ingen kan vara perfekt, det kan jag förstå
Men herregud, jag kan få bättre än så

Jag har verkligen provat med allt
Jag har träffat, för fan, hela världen
Från Paris till Shangai, slitna jeans och kavaj
Jag har till och med surfat på nätet

Men jag blir aldrig nöjd, nej, jag stör mig på allt
Han skriver så fult och han sjunger så falskt
Vilken läskig mustasch, alldeles för lat
Var är hans sinne för humor?

Nej, jag hittar ingenting
Ingen groda som blir min prins
Bara genomsnittsskräp, inte tillräckligt tät
Varför ska jag nöja mig med nåt mindre,
när jag vet jag kan fixa vem jag vill?

Aldrig nöjd, jag blir aldrig nöjd
För lång eller kort eller smal eller bred
Jag vill hitta rätt men jag ser bara fel
Aldrig nöjd, jag blir aldrig nöjd
Ingen kan vara perfekt, det kan jag förstå
Men herregud, jag kan få bättre än så

Aldrig nöjd, jag blir aldrig nöjd
Mm...

Dom har vart gamla, dom har vart unga
Dom har vart smarta, dom har vart dumma
Dom har jobbat på bank, dom har rest överallt
Jag har gett alla den chans jag har kunnat
Dom har vart snygga, dom har vart rika
Dom har vart stygga, dom har vart dryga
Men inte nånstans har det funnits nån man
Som lyckats få mig att mjukna