Alicia Quays
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Mothers talk to you like nothing is better
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Than you going out on a Tuesday
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Well I'm not sure what to do
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But man I swear man I'm slavin' far away
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An' why is it that always on the weekend, no-one ever about to shout
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Are people working too hard, or drinking too hard?
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As a matter of fact I'm never quite sure.
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A-blaze it down & pull yourself up
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Pull yourself right to the hook shook man crooks
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Never go nowhere with me cos I'm all on my own no pity
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Spit like guilty minds in the sermon movin around of this place like you never did learn them
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I shake myself down
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And rattle myself out
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And put myself on the line to dry
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And why is it New Years Eve is always shit?
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Dontcha know what i mean man, deal with it
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It's always just the way we're rolling
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Your girl's that fucked off on Smirnoff Ice
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I think once, twice or thrice
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Never makes no difference to me
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A skinny little white runt with head lice
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Never been better than money never been aw at least startin to see it
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I've always been around this town
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Since the first day I was born
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An' i've been losing frequencies and losing sound and losing everything and I squandered it all and
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I've been hit up I've been around
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I've been in the council since the first day in town
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An' I've still been beating, cheating, falling to the floor when kids are bickering.
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I've been a-bleeding, I've been a-losing
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Where were you when i thought what I'm choosing
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And if you aint better
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A lala listen up don't stress cos I start man impress ya
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And if you aint losing
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Then you aint grooving.....
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I'll still be down here on my own send your girl over
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She has a complete and utter chance with me
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I've been over, I've been over
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You've been down, you've been down
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Now I've been up but I'm movin'
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All around the town all around and around
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I've been grooving
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I've been losin'
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I've been alright choosin'
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And now I'm back for the challenge
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Oh the challenge and I want some more
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Now I'm on my train
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Life in the fast lane, never gave me no game
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And then the man says "wakey wakey it's mornin' time on the northern line"
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I'm alright bowling straight up to camden
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All the way from North Faringdon
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I'm gonna make sure I'll be tired and i realise that's inticing the right to
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One stone so
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An' too much dough
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And in my mind I've been sniffin up too much blow
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And now I'm thinkin' "aw I'll never"
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I sever it up before I think about forever and I
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Chat it back to the people I used to know
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Kick it back cos I'm rolling it solo
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A whynot what's to do?
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A no-one really knows me cos no-one is as cool
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Uh
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I chat it back like you've never been a theif
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I'm a thriller
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Licence to kill double-seven I'm a killer
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Killer killer
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You want a killer? Never know me, ha.
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It's all that chat back an too much to the liver an'
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I kick it back like a bitch slap right to myself in the mirror
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Kick it back thinner
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Maybe my shirt don't fit no more
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A hardcore man think he can fight up the law
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Shackled to the tenants
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Now he never work no more on the floor
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Dedication to why all
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Now I see back to the further
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Now it comes back looser than ever
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Some kids they think an' get better
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Think they're trend setters but they're never pacemakers
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What am I?
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What am I?
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What am i in my own dear eyes?
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A-what am I?
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What am I?
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What am I in my own dear eyes?
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What am I?
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What am I?
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What am I in my own dear eyes?
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I've said so much what am I what am i what am I makes no sense
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No mo-o-o-ore, mo-o-ore ah-oh mo-o-o-ore ooooh
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What am I oh-ow-oh well I don't awwwww...etc...
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Wheee an a dumdumday.
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Uh uh uh uh
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'S like a march in here
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From the left to the right
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Come on and stomp your feet
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Uh uh uh uh
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'S like a march in here
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Come on and stomp your feet
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X 3
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Some kids they're chilling on corners
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Out of order I think they'd all be better
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T' tie their laces, rat races, hit the pages
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Write yer own books & write yer own spell checkers
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I'm on a better man chillin' in my own room
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Assume to accumelate shake whaserdate
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Drink it down much quicker
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A glug glug glug on my liquor |