Alicia Quays

Lyrics

[Verse 1] 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 slaving far away and, uh Why is it that always on the weekend No one ever about to shout? Are people working too hard, or drinking too hard? The matter of the fact, I'ma never quite sure of And they blaze it down and pull yourself up And 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 mans in the sermon Grooving around of this place like you never did learn 'em I shake myself down, I rattle myself out And put myself on the line to dry And why is it New Year's Eve is always shit? Don't you know what I mean, man? Deal with it It's always just the way we rolling Your girl's that fucked off a Smirnoff Ice I think once, twice or thrice never makes no difference to me A skinny little white runt with the head lice Never been better than money Never been not at the start in this city I've always been around this town Since the first day I was born And I've been losing frequencies and losing sound And losing everything and I squander it all, and I've been hit up, I've been around I've been in the dancehall since the first day in town And I still been beating, cheating Falling to the floor when kids are kicking [Verse 2] I've been a-bleeding, I've been a-losing Well, are you man a-born for the choosing? And if you ain't better A la-la-listen up the test as I start, man, impress ya And if you ain't losing, well, then you ain't grooving I'll still be down here on the low-key Send your girl over and she'll blatantly chat to me I been over, I been over You've been down and you've been down Now I've been all but I'm moving All around the town, all around and around I've been grooving, I've been losing I've been all around choosing And now I'm back for the challenge Who wants a challenge? Well, I want ya more [Verse 3] Now I'm on my train Life in the fast lane never gave me no game And then the man says, "Wakey, wakey" It's morning time on the Northern line I'm all like bowling straight up to Camden All the way from your Farringdon I wanna make sure I'm a bit tired I now realise that inciting a riot To one stone's throw and too much dough And all my mans are sniffing up too much blow And I'ma thinking, oh, why I'd never I'll sever it up before I think about forever and I I chat it back to the people I used to know Kick it back 'cause I'm rolling it solo And why not, what's to the beef? And no one really knows me, so no one hits the teeth, uh I chat it back like you've never been a thief, I'm a thriller Licence to ill, that be settin' up a killer, killer, killer Ah, what you killer? Never know me, ha It's all that chat back and too much of that never rack I kick it back like a bitch-slap right to myself 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 While shackled to the tenants Now he never work no more for the flow, dedication to Wario And now it's me back to the further Now it comes back looser than ever And some kids, they think them get better They think they're trend setters But they never pacemakers, and [Verse 4] 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 Woah, woah, woah, uh-oh, woah, woah, woah, woah Woah, woah, woah, what am I? Woah, woah, woah, da-da-dum Woah, woah, woah, what am I? Woah, woah, woah, woah We-de-diddy-diddy, dum-dum-day [Verse 5] Uh, uh, uh, uh It's like a march in here Uh, uh, uh From the left to the right, uh, stomp your feet Uh, uh, uh, uh It's like a march in here Uh, uh, uh, uh Uh, people, stomp your feet Uh, woah It's like a march in here Uh, people, stomp them feet Woo, uh, yeah, hahaha, woo It's like a march in here Uh, people, stomp your feet [Verse 6] Some kids, they're chilling on corners Out of order, I think them all be better Tie your laces, rat races, hit the pages Write your own books and write your own spellchecker I'm on a better man, chilling in my own room Assume to accumulate, to shake to sedate Drink it down much quicker I glug-glug-glug on my liquor and I feel much better So talk to me about violence Never know me, I sit further in silence And when I drink it down, I drink it up It fills my body and I feel fresher I tick up the tester, regulator I'm a two-man, shooting, looting Now I'm presuming that everyone knowing me Ah, the dedication, my name a JT and I Roll it down, roll it down Who wants to hit yourselves up? Who's got the uppers? Ah, give 'em here, then I'm done Ha, click your fingers Uh, can you smell that, it lingers? She's a fat bitch but I'd still give her... one Ooh, I'm a cheeky son Where they from? Haha Yeah, from your old London Hectic, ah-la-da-da-da-da-ah That's me finished, see you later, Ciao Bella