Yogi man, I'm sick of this shit bruv, swear down. Just as things start looking up, it all goes to shit again story of my fucking life.
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I don't wanna live my life this way.. No!
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Picture me behind a desk, picture that a nine to five I aint into that, I'm into rap and I don't see me getting an office job with these tat's.
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So what choice do I have man? Do I sign on or do I bag grams? Long signing for dole, I wanna get signed for my flow and my rhymes.
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I'm a pro and I'm nice I know, if I grind then I'll blow so why am I wasting time on the roads.
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Now Mike's interested I should probably give it a rest before I get arrested, but then I got arrested whoops.
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Why don't I learn from my mistakes? Why oh why oh why.. All I want's to change my ways Why oh why oh why Do I always end up back here, stuck on the wrong side of town.
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With my head spinning I keep on falling down.
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Never been arrested for so much as an eighth of weed and I get arrested for kidnap, blackmail, false imprisonment and possession with intent to supply.
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Typical of my fuckin' luck really innit, just as I'm about to sign a deal with Mike I might be doing a fucking bird.
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I don't wanna sell weed no more, hated the cycle but I kept peddling.
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Nan just found food under my bed again, I'm a let down again, And she's screaming "get this shit out of my house" again.
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There's no curving the truth, the bags too big to be for personal use, there's no excuses she knows what the truth is.
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I do flip Keys of green to get me a few quid.
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She's looking at me so disappointed, all I can say is I wont do it again, but she knows I will..
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[Chorus:]
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Why don't I learn from my mistakes? Why oh why oh why.. All I want's to change my ways Why oh why oh why Do I always end up back here, stuck on the wrong side of town.
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Never learn man.. There's no plan B for me, I aint got shit to fall back on! I left school in year 8 I don't have an education, selling weed and writing lyrics is all I know.
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I got arrested and raided then I got signed and I bust case so now everything's fine.
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But now everything's not, not only did I get dropped the whole label did, and I wasted my advance so I aint got shit.
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I'm stuck at warners and them pricks wont push my album, but it's cool; as soon as I'm free I'm gonna do it without them.
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Eight months later I'm still stuck in my deal, in debt with my lawyer time to get back on this ferris wheel.
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I'm stuck on this carousel when will this ever end!?
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This is hell for me I'm back at the beginning again! Somebody please get me off this circus ride
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The horse that I'm riding is hurting my thighs erm..
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[Chorus:]
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Why don't I learn from my mistakes? Why oh why oh why.. All I want's to change my ways Why oh why oh why Do I always end up back here, stuck on the wrong side of town.
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And before some funny guy tries to make a joke about me riding a horse, it is a metaphor! What I mean is I am sick of hustling, I am sick of the grind, I am sick of things going to shit, Just when things are looking up! I don't know if this shit is ever gonna work for me. I swear down blud I am so fed up Yogi, I cannot be dealing with it anymore.
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Falling Down
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