Альбом Jamie T

I grew up in the in the days 1990's
people drunk cans and fought for Tony
What were you, what were you coming from?
Walking the shoes just to wear 'em out
Breaking down is what you're feeling
and that's like living: giving way
but no-one really understands their freedom
and no-one understands society

Well I went to buy myself a hand gun
What do you think, man? shoot down everyone
See you back oh running star
But I spent all my money on this crapped out piece of shit called 'the bass guitar'

with an ear wigga, with a break down low, with a "ello baby"

We all know what you got to do
Always just comes down to you
We all know what you got to do, man
Always just comes down to yo-ou-ou

He got hit down to the curb
he said "I screamed and I shouted but nobody heard"
he said "I've preached, i've taught and i've learn't"
he said "now, i'm just down from the suburbs"
with an here we go, with a break down low, with a "ello baby"

We all know what you got to do
Always just comes down to you
We all know what you got to do, man
Always just comes down to yo-ou-ou

He got hit down to the curb
he said "I screamed and I shouted but nobody heard"
he said "I've preached, i've taught and now i've learn't"
he said "now, i'm just down from the suburbs"


Well, I-I-I-I I went drinkin down at the bar
I went drink driving in your car
See you back now running star
Cos right now I'm not sure if I can drive for shit but fuck it ah-ah-ah

With an here we go, I say break down low, say "ello baby"

From here to Salvador
the ladies dance to fill
us reckless sons with
passions of the heart

I've been round this town for so long
she's been dancing since the first day
I've been all all around but I love coming
back to see Lucy
Twirls around and I fall about
in giggles and laughter, oh, the plastered
can't damn help it I'm sorry love

Barstool banshee howled out at me
the Kings and Queens of the clubs
?
and too much broken heart love
starting up the blues
in locked boxed bedroom

Well a wop bop ballo la ta wop bamboo
Are you going to take the chance
why do you care know are play fair
and neither do the lords of the dance

From here to Salvador
the ladies dance
to fill us reckless sons
with passions of the heart

What's to falling feeling feet
for bouncing round the streets
they're lonely like you are for me
to ask for a dance or two
with a heart of gold
and face so pale
with a second hand dress and
lips of a temptress

Well ista being my saxon (?)
at the disco
A fish all fall down
hound boys rowl on the prowl
for the next young girl
who told her daddy
I'm going round Gemma's
to learn and study
'cos I'm young and so free
and I'm kinda sexy
and when I'm on the floor
all the boys then feel me
and dear old diary never had a friend of mine

From here to Salvador
the ladies dance
to fill us reckless sons
with passions of the heart

Big bang, where we going?
What we doing this night?
Feeling drunk already,
Maybe drink got spiked
But, more like the other like
that im just a lightweight
but i dont care man
I been drunk forever, I’m sedated
Hatred, I’m sedated, pages, I’m sedated
Worthwhile stages, cages, and all of my rage

This is a good time
To start dancing to this song man
A good one DJ
Play the record on man

So where be Joey? Get us a drink a dimp o'whisky
I look at the lady she be shady, but we raving
What ya' doing? Where you going to there after?

She says, "Get the fuck out man,
You seem to be so plastered!"
Well we be all the night
Kicking it, staring at girls alight

Well its all good man, what goes on, to think
You can't walking it drunk down the Strand
An' talk about how we missed the whole club queue

Who the fuck are you?

It's heavy, it's on my mind
Cos' you say that you feel just fine
He's racking and stacking them lines
Say calm down dearest

It's heavy, it's on my mind
You say that you feel just fine
He's racking and stacking your lines
Say calm down dearest

Remember shooting shit down the old alleyways
Talking tragedy and music like old Holiday
I remember what we doing then
I don't remember that
It's the past it's the future
I don't know how to carry on
Through the rights and wrongs
Kick it like we know the songs
Already we thought we rock steady
Down and on the dancefloor

An' I don't get no fights
When I get angry drunk
Sit down in the corner and
Sulk my fucking socks off

So who the fuck are we? Just the boys in the city
It’s all been done before and we’ll do it again so
See you later you alligators
We’ll be back I’m sure next week and sit in the bar you know
So bye, bye, bye we'll try never to die
We are so young we don’t understand if we cannot fly

It's heavy, it's on my mind
Cos' you say that you feel just fine
He's racking and stacking them lines
Say calm down dearest

It's heavy, it's on my mind
You say that you feel just fine
He's racking and stacking them lines
Say calm down dearest

It's heavy, it's on my mind
You say that you feel just fine
He's racking and stacking them lines
Say calm down dearest

So lonely was the ballad
Harmonica man Sam was so knackered after jives of love
He puts on the gloves and then puts on his hat
Then its home to the missus who sits on his tongue
Selfish sons with their packs of cigarettes
Forking out two take your girl with the ticket
Sometimes sane other times not with it
Standing at the picket, man your hands they're freezing

Girls with their pearls on the flex of Monroe
Half g blow Marilyn's gone loco
Navaho... hi ho silver, Hey ho lets go dancing with the average Joes
Who talk with their fists and argue with their friends
Always take the piss but they're loyal in the end
But watch out cous cos they'll steal your girlfriend
Take her round the back; she'll come back limping

Girls singing on the bus
Fellas kicking up a fuss
Crying out sighs but they're still looking dangerous
Oh this is definitely all for you
Living life in the fast lane
Give it up when you got no game
Oh this is definitely all for you

So remember when you choke theres a reason bein'
We leavin' the town cos we ain't been believin'
Blowin' up smoke from the lungs to the ceiling
Makin' sure nightmares turn up in your dreamin'
We all good, bounce this way, on the mike every day
Kicking up the country oh
Good time in the old city
Who's listening and who wants more?

Girls singing on the bus
Fellas kicking up a fuss
Crying out sighs but they're still looking dangerous
Oh this is definitely all for you
Living life in the fast lane
Give it up when you got no game
Oh this is definitely all for you

(Spoken Word)
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Some of them said you never made the cut and young son break away wanna be older
Sober as a judge as the door slammed shut
3 bags full and a yes for the no sir

Say as you leave, "get up and go, go"
Say "hello Showaddy waddy wa wo wo"
There's never been a better way than getting right out of this town on Monday
Well I still wear my old tap shoes, they fit
You and me looked twelve years old back when i was ten whilst boozy suzie got
woozy with a hoozy, advantage taken
If i ever see again that chaperone get kicked in the teeth by street-done Tone
Well her dress is ripped and her shoes are soakin'
1 step, 3 back, drinking potion

Girls singing on the bus
Fellas kicking up a fuss
Crying out sighs but they're still looking dangerous
Oh this is definitely all for you
Living life in the fast lane
Give it up when you got no game
Oh this is definitely all for you

Take your brother down to the sea,
Have two's on a cigarette.
Young sons mozy it happily
Learn facts on the soviet
A crowded room that holds just three, takes four do you connect?
And all this shit means fuck all to me.
Long livers in the sunset.

So crazy Billy Jay Jones, robs banks just for the shits
Man alone giggling so stoned, pick up the phone
Cos that money I leant you said was just a loan
You're danger prone, with too much gel and a whiff of dad's cologne
Leave me alone,
Cos now you come down and you just go and lower the tone

Chorus
But after about ten clear minutes, he was back in the game.
Thought he was done man, thought he was finished,
But he's back up again
And after about ten clear minutes, he was back in the game.
Thought he was done man, thought he was finished,
But he's back up again.

With a tainted brain of intoxication purple heart smartarse
Got on the transistor, said that you missed her,
Looking for selectors and found no one better than you.
With bother boy blues, take up the old
Tick up the avenues. And talk like you do what you do,
Takin up time, but now it comes down and it's for who the bell tolls.

Chorus
And after about ten clear minutes, he was back in the game.
Thought he was done man, thought he was finished,
But he's back up again
And after about ten clear minutes, he was back in the game.
Thought he was done man, thought he was finished,
But he's back up again.

Sitar singing on the operation, people say they can't walk out
I remember you walking in, that's why you got this door lookin' lock stock
In the olden days my time seems to be running away,
Singing up songs of the rights and wrongs
Don't expect anymore from me

To all the dead people
Especially out to Diego
A friend and with the criminal intention about a liaison
To all the dead people
Especially out to Diego
A friend and with the criminal intention about a liaison

Take your problem to United Nations
Tell old Kofi about the situation
Tell him how you left the whole congregation
Sittin' in the pews, in the pews, all alone

Have a go heroes shutting the old door locked
Sitting it down with (socks)?
For the break in a nose, no hero kickin' it down wanting a raise
Have a good luck, I ain't no abucus but you can count on me

To all the dead people
Especially out to Diego
A friend and with the criminal intention about a liaison
To all the dead people
Especially out to Diego
A friend and with the criminal intention about a liaison

Take your problem to United Nations
Tell old Kofi about the situation
Tell him how you left the whole congregation
Sittin' in the pews, in the pews, all alone

Take your problem to United Nations
Tell old Kofi about the situation
Tell him how you left the whole congregation
Sittin' in the pews, in the pews, all alone

Take your problem to the United Nations
Take your problem to the United Nations
Take your problem to the United Nations
Tell old Kofi about the situation

Is it a way, out of the day. Calling yourself out to kingdoms
Is it a time, singing the lines on the old border line
Time it has passed, being the last to enter the race for the future
Past is fast and fast is thin and thats why we're witherin'
So good is the bad, the ugly left with your face in the morning
You screamed at the back, told her just jack
about how you lived on the weekend
Killers in mist, told you about it
years before you answered
The whole of the point, the real the day is passing now you're finished

So you scream like nothings wrong, Sons of silence and in them songs, out loud for the reservation
It's all thriller, no filler
and the beat came out the line, three or four times.
It's the first time that you'll say

It's all thriller, no filler

It's all filler, no thriller
It's all filler, no thriller
It's all filler, no thriller
It's all filler, no thriller

Two lost boys in the lost town, two lost girls in the lost and found
I'll find you out when you hit the ground
Don't stop moving girly, dance around

Two lost boys in the lost town, two lost girls in the lost and found
I'll find you out when you hit the ground
Don't stop moving girly, dance around

Two lost boys in the lost town, two lost girls in the lost and found
I'll find you out when you hit the ground
Don't stop moving baby, dance around

So you scream like nothings wrong, Sons of silence and in them songs, out loud for the reservation
It's all thriller, no filler
and the beat came out the line, three or four times.
It's the first time that you'll say

It's all filler, no thriller

Sheila goes out with her mate stella,
it gets poured all over her fella,
cos shes says, man he aint no better
than the next man kicking up fuss
drunk, she stumbles down by a river
screams calling London,
none of us heard her coming,
I guess the carpet weren't rolled out

(Oh when my love, my darling,
You've left me here alone,
I'll walk the streets of London
Which once seemed all our own.

The vast suburban churches
Together we have found:
The ones which smelt of gaslight
The ones in incense drown'd)

Her lingo went from the cockney to the gringo
any time she sing a song, the other girls sing along
and tell all the fellas that that lady is single
a fickle way to tickle on my young mans ting
Shes up for doing what she like any day more like the night
she ground drunk the soles that she stole/brought/borrowed
She didnt like fights, but at the same time understood that
fellas will be fellas till the end of time

(heavens what a noise, cold blooded murder of the english tongue)
(good heavens you boys, blue-blooded murder of the english tongue)

Jack had a gang that he called the many grams,
he was known as smack jack the cracker man
in life he was dealt some shit hands
but the boys got the back now
and jay went the same way as mickey and dan
a pen to mans upon the arrow wans
and man lisa had a baby with sam,
and now jack on his own man,
well done jack, glug down that cider,
your right shes a slut and you never fucking liked her
not like what he stopped so shocked
cos it turns out the last dance killed the pied piper
tough little big man friends with your daughters
only cos they drive him to pick up all his quarters
brawler, larger lout rawness
alter the forth from their three
but they aint near the border
two young guns are by your hell fire corner
always need a favour, they never took a order,
behave young scally wag, a fine young galahad
glad ragged up but only ever getting fag hags,
arm on his shoulder, cheeked by some type
slag better understand he chained to the glamour
superficial the issue
but one me and jack, dirty 5 doppelgangers

Sheila goes out with her mate stella,
it gets poured all over her fella,
cos shes says, man he aint no better
than the next man kicking up fuss
drunk, she stumbles down by a river
screams calling london,
none of us heard her coming,
I guess the carpet weren't rolled out

(its over man, its over) (get out, GET OUT)

So this a short story bout the girl Georgina
never seen a worse, clean young mess
under stress at best, but she pleased to see ya,
with love, god bless, we lay her body to rest,
now it all dear started with daddys alcoholic
light weights chinking down, numbing his brain,
and the doctor said he couldn't the heart their started
now beat up, drugged up she feelin the strain
she says in a rap what the fuck im spose to do
fuck it i'll start stop keep running through,
true but you try aint easy to do,
she been buckle belt beaten from the bat like a brat,
dunno where she goin but she know where she at,
so georgy its like a chain react,
but the truth is you know she probably fought back,
tears stream down her face,
she screamed away,
when i fall, no one catch me
alone lonely, i'll overdose slowly
get scared, i'll scream and shout
but you know it wont matter she'll be passing out
i say giggidibigidiup just another day
another sad story, thats trajegdy,
paramedic anounced death at 10.30
rip it up kick it to spit up the views

Sheila goes out with her mate stella,
it gets poured all over her fella,
cos shes says, man he aint no better
than the next man kicking up fuss
drunk, she stumbles down by a river
screams calling london,
none of us heard her coming,
i guess the carpet weren't rolled

Sheila goes out with her mate stella,
it gets poured all over her fella,
cos shes says, man he aint no better
than the next man kicking up fuss
drunk, she stumbles down by a river
screams calling london, (london)
none of us heard her coming,
I guess the carpet weren't rolled out

Juveniles, hide your porno mags
The girl's got problems at her yard so she's packing up her bags full of rags
Her man got down from Po Na Na
While the Madre still in the kitchen smokes a 20-deck fags
Body bags come back on planes from wartorn Iraq
It's the stark naked truth, a dark aftermath
Baby T, the juice and the dog just barks
Remember man the bully always had the last laugh

It was a blast last night down the old 12 Bar
White socks, black shoes with the ballads in the car
With a lump in the throat she won't understand
Twos on a cigarette it's all blah blah
Bloody obli obla dah glug down liquor
Life goes on for all the daytrippers
Starts off small but it's gonna get bigger
By the end of this letter it may all be better

Well she's always asking with the who, where and how
The girls say ooh la la
Well if I had another chance I'd do it differently now
And the girls say ooh la la la la la la la
From Trafalger Square where the crackpipe reeking
To in your dark damp flat, the ceiling's leaking
You fell in love when you first started chatting
But got so bored cause she never stopped speaking
Consider this son on the bad behaviour
He's keeping all the freebies, delivering the papers
You hate us, shake down fakers
Oh, you'll never get nowhere
Cause I'm the pacemaker

(Keepup, runny runny run run)

Pretty please me, oh, she's easy on the eye
Some say that today only the good young die
Ipee-oh-kai-yay, it's been right good day
I wanna ask questions but I don't mean to pry
How did you get to where you going to before you came slowly moseying through
this bar?
You started your race, Jonny Cockeral wants his money
Give up the man he's a fruit and nut bar

(I'm serious, he's a real nutter)

Oh, I gotta see the GP, coughing up lungs
Doc says stop or you're going die young
I haven't even started to do what I done
You young don't listen, you just carry on
Well, we heard it before when your song got sung
Get a grip son
Why?
Cause you're always drunken
We're not captains just skivvy sunken
Humdrum drum, drum, live fast die young

Mr Skin stumbling, the road rocky
Trespassers on the private property
Remember back then it was the ranter banter
Young sons watched their young Pas get cancer
Vagabond Sandy crying out for he missed her
Missed her so much that he went drank the brewery
So sing-a-long Sam this is a song about you
We all went out and we got pissed-ola

I don't wanna fight he's a right big cunt
But the fellas say go on my son, my son
It's all a bit of fun 'til someone gets done
But the fellas say go on my son, my son
Well, I'm more likely to pick up and run
But the fellas say go on my son, my son
Ah fuck it, well, he's a right big cunt
But I'll knock him one, fuck that
Run, run

My old heart it's been 13 hours too much of you my friend my dear and now I cower
Looking at you looking at you oh shit shit I'll go cook myself a brew

Verse.
Love it oh sometimes at least I fall
Put it up to much to call home sometimes
Well I dance the two step look at you swing
Not sure what I mean don't know what I sing
I just dance on the harpsichord string
Move it down when your coming up
Lose it down when your tip toe dancing
Enhancing all the pressure prancing
All around this place every night and
Day when we were in the rat race
Shouting back to the oldest people
Chat at the tenor in the cold top steeples
Like no screaming
My dear they will dry off ya cheeks
And never been down the factor to much of
That can bring you right down to tragedy more oh me
Losing myself in this race
You see me see me see me see me seeing me
See me see me me me
What's in my liberty
In a hectic test a no one protestin you when imp so damn scared
Live for the life and the love I need an the lead in the life cos I never
Play fare

Chorus

Verse
I got my own way home I got my own keys
So why you looking at me like your a lady
I got my own kinda groovy
Smoking too much and drinkin
You bring yourself down in pain
Bdbbyebdbdyebdbyebdye
For the love of the living and the live cut free
She all on the floor while I drink whiskey
And look to the corner think about me all about me
Never go self cos your walk with a pelvis white boy Elvis dance around
This floor much quicker than you
Look at this look at the boys dancin think there impressin but they ain't
Do shit I'm on groove from the grooving loosing as I use ya as
I go moving crying the tears not for myself and not for you honey have no
Fear
And now I break to the floor when the old piano comes crashing
Sometimes I'm not sure what I'm gonna do but I aint here for more
Take my last match with desperate passions and a few up facts

Chorus x2

Verse
Love it oh sometimes at least I fall
Put it up to much to call home
Sometimes

If you smile girl i swear i'll dance these tiles
I'll give you everything that i got
Save on a sovereign and ah what fuck it you can have the whole lot
I'm only like joking, i'm much better off win a gamble slot jackpot
And dance with the devil on Friday
Max says beans are like the touch of God
Why not, I haven't got grief 'til Monday

Some say kids don't study - they cram
God damn hate that i am what i am
With slkurs and urs and a half done gram
I jig to the floor with my mama's Raybans
Looking like something out of Only Fools and
Maybe i am but you ain't understanding
This ain't a crash no smooth up landing
Kids sing along swing bedroom hanging

We're stunned and stuff alleyway writing
Double timing and all your violating
Oh policeman coming fair enough

Sonny run the whole half mile
Runny runny run the half mile
Run run sonny run sonny run the whole half mile

Now i'm down, well i'll chill with lick i spit drips on the floor
Drink up liquor much quicker than the next man bitter
Cos she rolls with larger and never asks questions
Where's my old friend licky when i'm feeling the substance
I'm like gurning it off a my face
Need a hug need corruption and need the silent violent seduction
Move it down for people i used to know when i used to see
Wanna kick it on a solo ticker drink me like liquor drop and mc and that
She don't know what she's chating about
They love it when they live it and liver lover give rip it unwritten
There she start kissing and I'm loving loving loving she's always hugging
I'm just loving loving

So if you're gonna run run sonny better
Run run sonny run the half of the mile
When police come run run sonny run run
Sonny run the half of the mile

All the kids do is buy you grief
All the parents get is no fucking sleep
Even rip home when i'm chilling on
Drink it down doing I ta bit better off and on
Songs of the rights and wrongs
Sometimes come around with a battle roll going
Other times you be running rhymes and ruinging
Vision and ruin incision and ruining spitting liquor on me
Got me feeling up ya leaving up me breathing on th floor
As i be giving you grieving
I'm finished with the c**ts
Over and out, cuz ready up roll

Here's to born of enough panic, panic button and
Stack tone static and all of you can listen to this tune
While you waiting in STD clinic waiting rooms
As you ever your mother said you late bloom

If you've got the money
I think it would be funny-oh-oh-oh
To take your girl and spend a bit of your cash for me!

'Cause then she might be 'appy
No longer lonely-oh-oh-oh
And I could take her out the next day for pretty much free.

Spend late nights trying to pick up love
Off the floor where the other brothers leave it be
Though its stuck down hard like chewing gum
Well I'll gurn on the floor singing R.I.P.
'cause the song birds don't do singing on pavements
No sweet melody the sound of spit
And we spat orbit, spoke of lost hopes
So toot what you toke man choke on it

We be near heaven at a quarter to eleven by three we are thinking of the loves
we lost
By four we be high, thinking of the girl lost second
Check the odds was it worth the cost?

Do you give a toss?
Who are you, looking away?
Wondering why you can't eat, why you never sleep
Why you drunk all the time?
Why you could in the heat?
'cause you what you sow man is what you reap

If you've got the money
I think it would be funny-oh-oh-oh
To take your girl and spend a bit of your cash for me!

'Cause then she might be 'appy
No longer lonely-oh-oh-oh
And I could take her out the next day for pretty much free.

Well you were always meant to walk out that job
You keep stopping
Should tell your girl more often
That loving
Is all about doors unlocking
Now you're certain enough near a man free
With a buddy holly hiccup on a karaoke
We tweedle on the needle
Man you're just all thread
And my great grandaddy fought in galipoli
He's only of his friends not shot down dead

And lovers all talk in spits and tongues
Fight in the the playground
Bully each other
Double dare kids a pollute their lungs
And threaten with the rep of their, big boy brother
Some of us say give it up and run away
And mumma still wants you home for supper
Work all day for little to no pay
Dance uptown right down to the gutters

Mothers talk 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 that always on the weekend, no-one 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 hook shook man crooks
Never go nowhere with me cos I'm all on my own no pity
Spit like guilty minds in the sermon movin around of this place like you never
did learn them
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 with it
It's always just the way we're rolling
Your girl's that fucked off on Smirnoff Ice
I think once, twice or thrice
Never makes 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 it
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' I've still been beating, cheating, falling to the floor when kids are
bickering.

I've been a-bleeding, I've been a-losing
Where were you when i thought what I'm choosing
And if you aint better
A lala listen up don't stress cos I start man impress ya
And if you aint losing
Then you aint grooving.....

I'll still be down here on my own send your girl over
She has a complete and utter chance with me

I've been over, I've been over
You've been down, you've been down
Now I've been up but I'm movin'
All around the 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 and I want some more

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 mornin' 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 solo
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 the tenants
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're never pacemakers

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...etc...
Wheee an a dumdumday.

Uh uh uh uh
'S like a march in here
From the left to the right
Come on and stomp your feet

Uh uh uh uh
'S like a march in here
Come on and stomp your feet
X 3

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 pages
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 fresher
I tick up the tester
Regulator
I'm a true man, shootin', lootin' now I'm 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 cheeky son
Where they from?
Ha - you bet they're from London
Face it
Ah-la-da-da-da-da ah
That's me finished...
See you later
Ciao Bella.